"Perhaps it is because they have been so kind to me; but they are kind to each other, too; kind, good people----" "I know," she said, nodding--a flower on the gauzy hat set to vibrating in a tantalizing way.

"I know.

There are fat women who rock and rock on piazzas by the sea, and they speak of country people as the 'lower classes.' How happy this big family is in not knowing it is the lower classes!" "We haven't read Nordau down here," said John.

"Old Tom Martin's favorite work is 'The Descent of Man.' Miss Tibbs admires Tupper, and 'Beulah,' and some of us possess the works of E.P.

Roe--and why not ?" "Yes; what of it," she returned, "since you escape Nordau?
I think the conversation we hear from the other windows is as amusing and quite as loud as most of that I hear in Rouen during the winter; and Rouen, you know, is just like any other big place nowadays, though I suppose there are Philadelphians, for instance, who would be slow to believe a statement like that." "Oh, but they are not all of Philadelphia----" He left the sentence, smilingly.
"And yet somebody said, 'The further West I travel the more convinced I am the Wise Men came from the East.'" "Yes," he answered.