unparcelled land

Quit talking to me in that condescending tone! You always treat me like a child!

A night in April. We are dressing for a dinner party, I in a black skirt with a porthole over which I have dropped an empire-waisted blue schmatte. Schmatte, along with merch for merchandise and matchy-matchy, as in That sweater and skirt are too matchy-matchy, is among the words I have picked up at Mlle.

There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory: / The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly