"Always," he answered.
"I can understand trying to be funny during a cavalry charge, or while falling off a cliff," said Phyllis, "but not while slowly and miserably congealing."
"You are not a Bostonian," said Herring. "Half the inhabitants of that municipality freeze to death and the others burn."
"I've stayed in Boston," said Phyllis, "and the only difference that I could see between it and other places was that the people were more agreeable and things were done in better taste. And what gardens!"
"Ever seen the Arboretum?"
"Have I?"
"In lilac time?"
"Mm!"
She was on her favorite topic. She forgot that she was cold, wet, miserable, and a frightful anxiety to her family.