"You Are An American"
"Lavender, sweet lavender,
Who will buy my sweet blooming lavender?
Buy it once, you‘ll buy it twice,
And make your clothes sweet and nice!"
She was a wretched-looking creature, with a great basket； and it was so she sang through the street. By this you know where we are, for this is one of the old cries of London town.
For the sake of my clothes, and for the noble pleasure of associating for an instant with the original of a coloured print of old London types, I bought a sprig of lavender. "Thank you, sir," she said.
I saw it coming； ah! yes, by now I knew she would. "You are an American, sir," she added, eyeing me with interest.
You would think that since the "American invasion" first began ever so long ago, some time after Dicky Davis "discovered" London, they, the British, would have seen enough of us to have become accustomed to us by now. But, as you have found, it is not so--we are a strange race from over the sea.
"You are an A

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