Hiram
By golly, you couldn’t pull me away from the farm with a train of cars. Why what have you got in the city that’s pleasant? Ye haven’t got anything but crowded streets and houses. Everything ye have is artificial. Why you talk about the monotony, I’d like to know where ye get any more than in the city. Why, everything in the city is always the same. Ye never have any change unless some one starts a fire to get some insurance and burns half the town down. Out in the country everything grows up new every spring and we have the pleasure of seem’ nature at its great work. What’s more pleasant than sowin’ a little seed and watchin’ hit go through all the stages till it gets to be a big plant? Why, look at these flowers—I bet John paid no less than a dollar a head for ’em. Out on the farm they will grow right in your own door yard. Ain’t that right, John?
Mr. Asterbilt
That may be true, but what about your long winter?
Hiram
Why, what can be more beautiful than to see nature asleep and covered with a blanket of snow? Why, it makes ye have a feelin’ ye can’t explain. And, golly, the feelin’ ye have when the sun begins removin’ the blanket and all nature begins to wake up again. It makes ye feel like ye’d been asleep with it and was wakin’ up with it and fresh for work. There’s nothin’ like it. Ain’t that right, John?
A maid enters carrying a tray full of large meat sandwiches.
Maid
Har your sanvitches bane vot yu vanted.