"Oh, she doesn't 'get the blues,' George!" Then she added, as if fearing her remark might be thought unpleasantly significant, "I never knew a person of a more even disposition.

I wish I could be like that!" And though the tone of this afterthought was not so enthusiastic as she tried to make it, she succeeded in producing a fairly amiable effect.
"No," Isabel said, reverting to George's remark, and overlooking Fanny's.

"What makes me laugh so much at nothing is Eugene's factory.
Wouldn't anybody be delighted to see an old friend take an idea out of the air like that--an idea that most people laughed at him for--wouldn't any old friend of his be happy to see how he'd made his idea into such a splendid, humming thing as that factory--all shiny steel, clicking and buzzing away, and with all those workmen, such muscled looking men and yet so intelligent looking ?" "Hear! Hear!" George applauded.

"We seem to have a lady orator among us.
I hope the waiters won't mind." Isabel laughed, not discouraged.

"It's beautiful to see such a thing," she said.