“Oh indeed,” with relief; “and Canada you say extends all the way across.”
“Yes, madam.”
“And it is made up of different provinces?”
“Yes, madam; they have been confederated.”
“And this one is called Nova Scotia?”
“Yes, madam.”
“And how large may it be?” cajolingly; “half as large as one of our Irish provinces?”
“Madam,” trembling with indignation, “Nova Scotia, with the island at its northeastern extremity, has only about ten thousand square miles of area less than all Ireland with every province in it.”
“Bless me!” she exclaimed in unmitigated surprise. Then after a long pause, and with less assurance, “The island, I suppose, is Newfoundland?”
“No, madam,” dejectedly. “Newfoundland is away to the northeast of us—a two days’ voyage from here.”