One passes down a street one day, and the next there is a great gap where some building is being torn down--a few days later, a tall structure of some sort is touching the sky.

It is wonderful, but it does not tend to calm the mind.

That is why we cross the Atlantic so much.

The sober, quiet-loving blood our forbears brought from older countries goes in search of rest.
Mixed with other things, I feel in my own being a resentment against newness and disorder, and an insistence on the atmosphere of long-established things." But for years Lady Anstruthers had been living in the atmosphere of long-established things, and felt no insistence upon it.

She yearned to hear of the great, changing Western world--of the great, changing city.
Betty must tell her what the changes were.