"What do you mean?"
"They send us governors whom we do not like; they make laws for us which we have to obey; they impose hard taxes which are not just and they will not let us have a word to say about it."
"I think it is wrong and I'm going to stand up for you," the girl answered.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"In London. I am an English girl, but please do not hate me for that. I want to do what is right and I shall never let any one say a word against Americans without taking their part."
"That's good," the boy answered. "I'd love to go to London."
"Well, why don't you?"
"It's a long way off."
"Do you like good-looking girls?"
"I'd rather look at them than eat."