Talk of the Garden of Eden!I believe it was nothing to Mr.
Fubsby's house;and I have no doubt that after those young ladies have been there a certain time,they get to such a pitch of loveliness at last,that they become complete angels,with wings sprouting out of their lovely shoulders,when (after giving just a preparatory balance or two)they fly up to the counter and perch there for a minute,hop down again,and affectionately kiss the other young ladies,and say,"Good-by,dears!We shall meet again la haut."And then with a whir of their deliciously scented wings,away they fly for good,whisking over the trees of Brobdingnag Square,and up into the sky,as the policeman touches his hat.
It is up there that they invent the legends for the crackers,and the wonderful riddles and remarks on the bonbons.No mortal,I am sure,could write them.
I never saw a man in such a state as Fitzroy Timmins in the presence of those ravishing houris.Mrs.Fitz having explained that they required a dinner for twenty persons,the chief young lady asked what Mr.and Mrs.Fitz would like,and named a thousand things,each better than the other,to all of which Fitz instantly said yes.The wretch was in such a state of infatuation that Ibelieve if that lady had proposed to him a fricasseed elephant,or a boa-constrictor in jelly,he would have said,"O yes,certainly;put it down."That Peri wrote down in her album a list of things which it would make your mouth water to listen to.But she took it all quite calmly.Heaven bless you!THEY don't care about things that are no delicacies to them!But whatever she chose to write down,Fitzroy let her.