F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Capitolo 20

"Me be-that is, they says me be-some thing of an aristocrat, you see,
gentlemen", it says the old woman, while glorifying apron embroidered her/it, and
meticulously doddlings round off the great centre-table, every few minutes
two carafes massive face back and direct that change and four
wine glasses of cut-glass. We arch approvingly. Then with an air of
exultation that she turns on his/her centre, while giving a glance that scrutinizes to
the rich decorations of his/her building, and again to us, as if anxious
to deduce from us a word of approval. "Gentlemen are not way
sensitive here", it pursues Mrs. Flamingo, while transporting again the great one
carafes, "it is a republic of gentlemen, you see. In New York-me
you throw there out, You know-my house is a perfect building. I hold a
lackey and coachman there has the most exact liveries, and holds
on an equal establishment to my fifth neighbors of Avenue which you/they deal
of rope and fish now it is lost in their terrible love of plush. I am a
woman of taste, you see;  but, my honor for him, gentlemen, I know of
any people so datum to plush and the great buttons as our fifth Avenue
parvenues."

It is an old tall house this of Mrs. Flamingo. We speak approvingly
of all of us see, its pride is stimulated, she accelerates him
conversation. "Do I think that you said two bottles gentlemen? Our
Sparkling Moselle is pronounced a gem by experts." And again
glorifying apron embroidered her/it, she stumbles out hurriedly of the
room. While she has gone us we turn to see his/her human furniture. That,
in a comfortable alcove, stands a marble-old bench-table to that it is
made to sit two gentlemen of the great respectability in the community,
silence that plays with fair but fragile partner. Nearby their, on a rubber bands
idleness, are made to sit a man of corpulent person and venerable aspect
(its hair is white snowy, and he has an immunity open expression,),
holding contrary with, and evidently the enamoured of a modest and
beautiful girl, of in the sixteen summers that are sat
at the opposite end. Mrs. Flamingo this man turns him as "Judge."