That was the word—merciful!
The English light, the English air, are merciful....
Merciful....
They tolerate old things and slow things and imperfect apprehensions. They aren't always getting at you....
They don't laugh at you.... At least—they laugh differently....
Was England the tolerant country? With its kind eyes and its wary sidelong look. Toleration. In which everything mellowed and nothing was destroyed. A soft country. A country with a passion for imperfection. A padded country....
England—all stuffed with soft feathers ... under one's ear. A pillow—with soft, kind Corners ... Beautiful rounded Corners.... Dear, dear Corners. Cissie Corners. Corners. Could there be a better family?
Massachusetts—but in heaven....
Harps playing two-steps, and kind angels wrapped in moonlight.