“Gee!” exclaimed Raymond, “that looks like Russia, all right, without any limit.”
“It is evident that one must travel in Russia,” said his father, “to comprehend the size of the country.”
“Those plains look broader, somehow, than our own Western prairies,” said Sidney, “but I guess it’s because we know they are bigger, for often we can’t see across ours.”
Near them stood a gentleman who was also regarding the view. He must have understood what had been said in English, though he turned to Mr. Porter and spoke in German.
“We Russians are used to vast expanses of country, and a view like this has a great charm for me. I have often wished that I might see the American plains; they must be wonderful.”
“The American plains, no less than the American mountains, are wonderful,” replied Mr. Porter in German. “But then, America is a wonderful country.”
“And the Americans are a wonderful people,” said the stranger. “They have accomplished marvels in an incredibly short time. Are many of them linguists like yourself?”
“I can hardly be called a linguist,” replied Mr. Porter. “I speak only German besides English. My mother was German.”
“Ah, your mother was German?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Porter, surprised at the rather significant tone of the stranger’s voice.