"Now tell me," he said, "what were you looking at with such a rapture of expectation. What interests you in that dirty little town?"
"It's only dirty because it's so enterprising," she said, apologetically. "You can't stop to trouble about your looks if you've got a lot to do."
"Quite true, America. But still, what is there besides enterprise in that dirty little town that makes you—"
"Little! Why, my father says there are 35,000 inhabitants."
"Ah, there's safety in numbers. I fancied from your expression you had forgotten 34,999 of them."
"There's the carriage," said Val, not looking in his face.
"How long is he going to stay, grandma?" asked Emmie, as the two figures came towards them.
"I don't know, my dear."
"I think he means to be here a long while."