Derrice was gazing back at the lighted house. "How delightfully foreign it is!"
Aurelia, too, looked back, but her thought was not of the house, and her thin lips trembled as she murmured, "Yes." Captain Veevers did not speak, but Justin said, decidedly, "I do not like it."
"Why not?" asked his wife, in surprise.
"Because I do not believe in Americans aping foreign architecture. We have our own style, the colonial. Why should we not cultivate that? We are neither Dutch, nor Chinese, nor French. Why should we live in their houses? They do not live in ours."
"I never thought of that," said his wife. "I like the sentiment."
"And educating children abroad," continued Justin, "I think it is a custom fraught with bad results. Boys and girls educated abroad wish to stay abroad, or they come home prating as Chelda Gastonguay used to do of 'perfect Europe,' and 'charming foreign manners.'"
"'If it only came from Paris, darling Paris, lovely Paris,
I would buy it,' said Miss Harris,
'If it only came from Paris.'"
As Derrice chanted the jingle, Aurelia and Captain Veevers laughed and passed by, while Justin continued, "Chelda Gastonguay detests Rossignol. Nothing will hold her here when her aunt dies."