nin', an' when I got back she says to me:

"'"Father, you always smell o' ham an' mustard. Have you been in
that disgusting store? Go an' take a bahth at once." That's what
she called it--a "bahth." Talks just like the English
people--she's been among 'em so long. Get into my car an' I'll
take ye over an' fetch ye back.'

"Sam regarded his humiliation with pride an' joy. At last Lizzie
had convinced him that her education had paid. My curiosity was
excited. I got in an' we flew over to his house. Sam yelled up
the stairway kind o' joyful as we come in, an' his wife answered at
the top o' the stairs an' says:

"'Mr. Henshaw, I wish you wouldn't shout in this house like a boy
calling the cows.'

"I guess she didn't know I was there. Sam ran up-stairs an' back,
an' then we turned into that splendid parlor o' his an' set down.
Purty soon Liz an' her mother swung in an' smiled very pleasant an'
shook hands an' asked how was my family, etc., an' went right on
talkin'. I saw they didn't ask for the purpose of gettin'
information. Liz was dressed to kill an' purty as a
picture--cheeks red as a rooster's comb an' waist like a hornet's.
The cover was off her showcase, an' there was a diamond sunburst in
the middle of it, an' the jewels were surrounded by charms to which
I am not wholly insensible even now.

"'I wanted ye to tell Mr. Potter about yer travels,' says Sam.

[Illustration: "I wanted ye to tell Mr. Potter about yer travels."
says Sam.]

"Lizzie smiled an' looked out o' the window a minute an' fetched a
sigh an' struck out, lookin' like Deacon Bristow the day he give
ten dollars to the church. She told about the cities an' the folks
an' the weather in that queer, English way she had o' talking'>

"'Tell how ye hobnobbed with the Queen o' Italy,' Sam says.

"'Oh, father! Hobnobbed!' says she. 'Anybody would think that she
and I had manicured each other's hands. She only spoke a few words
of Italian and looked very gracious an' beautiful an' complimented
my color.'

"Then she lay back in her chair, kind o' weary, an' Sam asked me
how was business--just to fill in the gap, I guess. Liz woke up
an' showed how far she'd got ahead in the race.

"'Business!' says she, with animation. 'That's why I haven't any
patience with American men. They never sit down for ten minutes
without talking business. Their souls are steeped in
commercialism. Don't you see how absurd it is, father? There are