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ublesoon,eh,Polly?'askedonegoodladyofanother.
'Oh,IreckonI'vegotanothertwomonthstergoyet,'answeredPolly.
'Well,'saidathird.'Iwouldn't'avethoughtyou'dgosolongbythelookofyer!'
'I'opeyou'llhaveiteasierthistime,mydear,'saidaverystoutoldperson,awomanofgreatimportance.
'Shesaidshewasn'tgoin'to'avenomore,whenthelastonecome.'ThisremarkcamefromPolly'shusband.
'Ah,'saidthestoutoldlady,whowasinthebusiness,andboastedvastexperience.'That'swottheyallsaysbut,Lor'blessyer,theydon'tmeanit.'
'Well,I'vegotthree,andI'mnotgoin'to'avenomorebli'meifIwill'tain'tgoodenough—that'swotIsays.'
'You'reabahtrightthere,olegal,'saidPolly,'Myword,'Arry,ifyou'aveanymoreI'llgitadivorce,thatIwill.'
Atthatmomentanorgan-grinderturnedthecornerandcamedownthestreet.
'Goodbiz'ere'sanorgan!'criedhalfadozenpeopleatonce.
Theorgan-manwasanItalian,withashockofblackhairandaferociousmoustache.Drawinghisorgantoafavourablespot,hestopped,releasedhisshoulderfromtheleatherstrapsbywhichhedraggedit,andcockinghislargesofthatonthesideofhishead,beganturningthehandle.Itwasalivelytune,andinlessthannotimealittlecrowdhadgatheredroundtolisten,chieflytheyoungmenandthemaidens,forthemarriedladieswereneverinafitstatetodance,andthereforedisinclinedtotroublethemselvestostandroundtheorgan.Therewasamoment'shesitationatopeningtheballthenonegirlsaidtoanother:
'Comeon,Florrie,youandmeain'tshywe'llbegin,andbustit!'
Thetwogirlstookholdofoneanother,oneactinggentleman,theotherladythreeorfourmorepairsofgirlsimmediatelyjoinedthem,andtheybeganawaltz.Theyheldthemselvesveryuprightandwithanairofgravedignitywhichwasquiteimpressive,glidedslowlyabout,makingtheirstepswiththeutmostprecision,bearingthemselveswithsufficientdecorumforacourtball.Afterawhilethemenbegantoitchforaturn,andtwoofthem,takingholdofoneanotherinthemostapprovedfashion,waltzedroundthecirclewiththegravityofjudges.
Allatoncetherewasacry:'There'sLiza!'Andseveralmembersofthegroupturnedandcalledout:'Oo,lookatLiza!'
Thedancersstoppedtoseethesight,andtheorgan-grinder,havingcometotheendofhistune,ceasedturningthehandleandlookedtoseewhatwastheexcitement.
'Oo,Liza!'theycalledout.'LookatLizaoo,Isy!'
Itwasayounggirlofabouteighteen,withdarkeyes,andanenormousfringe,puffed-outandcurledandfrizzed,coveringherwholeforeheadfromsidetoside,andcomingdowntomeethereyebrows.Shewasdressedinbrillia