Patent-leather boots had gone round, and square-toes had hopped over.
But I should think Nan knows better than to marry a square-toes.
Hut, Mr. Bally,” says I, “you would have made a mock of me; you would never have spent ten civil words on such a square-toes.
When they got inside they walked up and down the room—or rather, Patent-leathers stood still while square-toes walked up and down.
