“But, Millie, best child, it’s just the very thing that makes you know you’re here.”
“It doesn’t me, Gertrude.”
“What is English towns looking like,” said Elsa Speier.
No one seemed ready to take up this challenge.
“Like other towns I suppose,” laughed Jimmie.
“Our Millie is glad to be in Germany,” ruled Fräulein, rising. “She and I agree—I go most gladly to England. Gairtrud is neither English nor German. Perhaps she looks down upon us all.”
“Of course I do,” roared Gertrude, crossing her knees and tilting her chair. “What do you think. Was denkt ihr? I am a barbarian.”
“A stranger.”
“Still we of the wild are the better men.”
“Ah. We end then with a quotation from our dear Schiller. Come, children.”