Many people are like those stupid Hoppers, who love to make an outside show.
I suppose you strangers thought their city more beautiful than ours, because you judged from appearances and they have handsome marble houses and marble streets; but if you entered one of their stiff dwellings you would find it bare and uncomfortable, as all their show is on the outside.

They have an idea that what is not seen by others is not important, but with us the rooms we live in are our chief delight and care, and we pay no attention to outside show." "Seems to me," said Scraps, musingly, "it would be better to make it all pretty--inside and out." "Seems?
Why, you're all seams, my girl!" said the Chief; and then he laughed heartily at his latest joke and a chorus of small voices echoed the chorus with "tee-hee-hee! ha, ha!" Scraps turned around and found a row of girls seated in radium chairs ranged along one wall of the room.

There were nineteen of them, by actual count, and they were of all sizes from a tiny child to one almost a grown woman.

All were neatly dressed in spotless white robes and had brown skins, horns on their foreheads and three-colored hair.
"These," said the Chief, "are my sweet daughters.

My dears, I introduce to you Miss Scraps Patchwork, a lady who is traveling in foreign parts to increase her store of wisdom." The nineteen Horner girls all arose and made a polite curtsey, after which they resumed their seats and rearranged their robes properly.
"Why do they sit so still, and all in a row ?" asked Scraps.
"Because it is ladylike and proper," replied the Chief.
"But some are just children, poor things! Don't they ever run around and play and laugh, and have a good time ?" "No, indeed," said the Chief.