“There is nothing delicious and luxuriant about it,” I went on critically, “yet it has a delicate, ethereal, austere, straight-forward Puritanical loveliness of its own; but, no, it is not as beautiful as Italy or Ireland, and it isn’t as tidy as England. If you keep away from the big manufacturing towns and their outskirts you may go by motor or railway through shire after shire in England and never see anything unkempt, down-at-the-heel, out-at-elbows, or ill-cared-for; no broken-down fences or stone walls; no heaps of rubbish or felled trees by the wayside; no unpainted or tottering buildings—”
“You see plenty of ruins,” interrupted Himself in a tone that promised argument.
“Yes, but ruins are different; they are finished; they are not tottering, they have tottered! Our country is too big, I suppose, to be ‘tidy,’ but how I should like to take just one of the United States and clear it up, back yards and all, from border line to border line!”
“You are talking like a housewife now, not like an artist,” said Himself reprovingly.
“Well, I am both, I hope, and I don’t intend that any one shall know where the one begins or the other leaves off, either! And if any foreigner should remark that America is unfinished or untidy I shall deny it!”
“Fie! Penelope! You who used to be a citizen of the world!”
“So I am still, so far as a roving foot and a knowledge of three languages can make me; but you remember that the soul ‘retains the characteristic of its race and the heart is true to its own country, even to its own parish.’”
“When shall we be going to the other countries, mother?” asked Billy. “When shall we see our aunt in Scotland and our aunt in Ireland?” (Poor lambs! Since the death of their Grandmother Beresford they do not possess a real relation in the world!)
“It will not be very long, Billy,” I said. “We don’t want to go until we can leave the perambulator behind. The Sally-baby toddles now, but she must be able to walk on the English downs and the Highland heather.”
“And the Irish bogs,” interpolated Billy, who has a fancy for detail.