Hoffman, smiling.
"Oh, yes, I won't forget that. Just give me a piece of paper
and see how I will do it."
Paul, whose education, I repeat here, was considerably above that
of most boys in his position, sat down and hastily wrote the
following description, which was read to the great amusement of
his auditors
"Mrs. Hoffman, mother of the well-known artist, Jimmy Hoffman,
Esq., gave a fashionable party last evening. Her spacious and
elegant apartments were crowded with finely dressed gentlemen and
ladies from the lower part of the city. Signor Filippo, the
great Italian musician, furnished the music. Mrs. Hoffman
appeared in a costly calico dress, and had a valuable gold ring
on one of her fingers. Her son, the artist, was richly dressed
in a gray suit, purchased a year since. Miss Bridget Flaherty,
of Mott Street, was the belle of the occasion, and danced with
such grace and energy that the floor came near giving away
beneath her fairy tread. [Miss Flaherty, by the way, weighed one
hundred and eighty pounds.] Mr. Mike Donovan, newspaper
merchant, handed round refreshments with his usual graceful and
elegant deportment. Miss Matilda Wiggins appeared in a
magnificent print dress, imported from Paris by A.
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