metothegrouproundthebarrel-organ,oneofthegirlscriedouttoher:
'Isthatyernewdress,Liza?'
'Well,itdon'tlooklikemyoldone,doit?'saidLiza.
'Wheredidyergitit?'askedanotherfriend,ratherenviously.
'Pickeditupinthestreet,ofcourse,'scornfullyansweredLiza.
'Ibelieveit'sthesameoneasIsawinthepawnbroker'sdahntheroad,'saidoneofthemen,toteaseher.
'Thet'sitbutwotwasyoudoin'inthere?Pledgin'yershirt,orwasityertrousers?'
'Yah,Iwouldn'tgitasecond-'anddressatapawnbroker's!'
'Garn!'saidLizaindignantly.'I'llswipeyeroverthesnitchifyertalkterme.IgotthemayterialsintheWestHend,didn'tI?AndI'aditmideupbymyCourtDressmiker,soyoujollywelldryup,oldjellybelly.'
'Garn!'wasthereply.
Lizahadbeensointentonhernewdressandthecommentitwasexcitingthatshehadnotnoticedtheorgan.
'Oo,Isay,let's'avesomedancin','shesaidassoonasshesawit.'Comeon,Sally,'sheadded,tooneofthegirls,'youan'me'lldancetogither.Grindaway,oldcock!'
Themanturnedonanewtune,andtheorganbegantoplaytheIntermezzofromthe'Cavalleria'othercouplesquicklyfollowedLiza'sexample,andtheybegantowaltzroundwiththesamesolemnityasbeforebutLizaoutdidthemalliftheotherswereasstatelyasqueens,shewasasstatelyasanempressthegravityanddignitywithwhichshewaltzedweresomethingappalling,youfeltthattheminuetwasafrolicincomparisonitwouldhavebeenafittingmeasuretotreadroundthegraveofapremièredanseuse,oratthefuneralofaprofessionalhumorist.Andthegracessheputon,thelanguoroftheeyes,thecontemptuouscurlofthelips,theexquisiteturnofthehand,thedaintyarchingofthefoot!YoufelttherecouldbenoquestioningherrighttothetyrannyofVereStreet.
Suddenlyshestoppedshort,anddisengagedherselffromhercompanion.
'Oh,Isy,'shesaid,'thisistoobloomin'slowitgivesmethesick.'
Thatisnotpreciselywhatshesaid,butitisimpossiblealwaystogivetheexactunexpurgatedwordsofLizaandtheotherpersonagesofthestory,thereaderisthereforeentreatedwithhisthoughtstopieceoutthenecessaryimperfectionsofthedialogue.
'It'stoobloomin'slow,'she