"Yes, better than any other Canadian town I have visited; it is very simply laid out, one couldn't lose oneself if one tried."
"It is laid out like a what do you call it, like a chess-board," said Captain Tremaine, an Irishman.
"Yes, not unlike," continued Dale, "and as to quiet, one would think the curfew rang; I noticed it particularly coming from the Reform Club the other night."
"We all notice how quiet our streets are at night, and after your London and New York City, we must seem to you as if we had taken a sedative," said Mrs. Gower, taking his arm to the dining-room; "but where is Miss Crew, Mr. Dale?"
"She was too fatigued to come, she foolishly overtaxed her strength, taking my boy to the Industrial Home, at Mimico, I think she said."
"That's correct, it's a pet scheme of Mayor Howland's, and a worthy one too."
"Yes, so she said; they also visited your Normal School, and talked of the Cyclorama of Sedan."
"Indeed! they have overtaxed the brain and memory, I fear; what does Garfield say to it all?"
"Chatters like a magpie over the superior glories of New York, but is honestly pleased after all."
"I expect your little son is English only in name."