"Neither does mine, but I can imagine," Gertrude said.
"Ah, yes; but imagination isn't knowledge."
"No; it's often better."
"Pleasanter, you mean; I grant you that."
"No, I meant more accurate."
"For instance?"
Gertrude smiled. "You are quite merciless, aren't you? But if I must defend myself I should say that imagination paints a composite picture, out of drawing as to details, perhaps, but typically true."
Brockway objected. "Being unimaginative, I can't quite accept that."
"Can't you? That is what Priscilla Beaswicke would call the disadvantage of being Occidentalized."
"I suppose I am that," Brockway admitted cheerfully. "I can always breathe freer out here between these wide horizons; and the majesty of this Great Flatness appeals to me even more than that of the mountains."