human
I have just thought, continued my aunt,
gpt
So, so, said I to myself,
human
and as I soliloquized, recollections of specimens of the kind I had been afflicted with, came in sad array before my memory--maids with slip-shod French kid slippers, that had never been large enough for their feet--love-locks on either side of their cheeks, twirled up during the day in brown curl-papers--faded lawn dresses, with dangling flounces and tattered edging; then such sentimental entreaties that I should not make them answer the door-bell if Ike, the black boy, might happen to be away on some errand, or expose them to the rude gaze of the multitude in the market-house; and I groaned in spirit as I thought what a troublesome creature the