Mother’s been telling you that.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Isn’t it true?
Macphail.
Eh, I am just weary of my native scenery.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
But what about the misty chasms of Ben-Muchty?
Macphail.
That’s an awfully damp place. That’s where I caught my bad cold.
Mrs. Gaylustre.