But there is one who comes—Heaven bless her!—who goes into seven fits of joy and envies you your happiness. You love her because of it—and because she is your mother.
EIGHTH PERIOD
The real enjoyment of home comes when for the first time you are taking a week off.
"Are you going to Atlantic City?" asks Jones.
You curl your lip in a sneer and tilt your nose and snort, and make yourself superior.
"Atlantic City! Do I look easy? Atlantic City, boardwalk, red hot sun, skinny bathers, flies in the dining-room, at $7 a day? Not on your life! I'm going to stay home and take the rest cure—that's me! I'm going to sleep late, eat four meals a day, spade my garden when I feel like it and enjoy life right. I'm going to take a shower bath every thirty-six minutes and no company—not a blooming visitor—the whole week. What I want is absolute rest."
Jones listens, but with an air of one who is wise.
That was my experience.