“It is a very beautiful country,” he continued, “and very dear to its people. To strangers, though, and specially you who have been brought up in America, I must confess that we should probably seem outside the pale of civilization.”
“Tell me why,” she asked. “What are you so backward in?”
“Luxuries,” he answered. “We have no electric light.”
“It is detestable,” she exclaimed.
“No street cars.”
“They are abominable!”
Reist smiled quietly.
“We have scarcely any railways,” he said, “and the telephone is rare enough to be a curiosity.”
She laughed back at him, and gave her empty cup to Brand.