“Come again? Um. Yes. All of that, whatever that is. . . . Say, child, you don't care a whole lot for Gopher Prairie, if I'm not mistaken.”
“Nope.”
“There's where you're missing a big chance. There's nothing to these cities. Believe me, I KNOW! This is a good town, as they go. You're lucky to be here. I wish I could shy on!”
“Very well, why don't you?”
“Huh? Why—Lord—can't get away fr——”
“You don't have to stay. I do! So I want to change it. Do you know that men like you, prominent men, do quite a reasonable amount of harm by insisting that your native towns and native states are perfect? It's you who encourage the denizens not to change. They quote you, and go on believing that they live in paradise, and——” She clenched her fist. “The incredible dullness of it!”
“Suppose you were right. Even so, don't you think you waste a lot of thundering on one poor scared little town? Kind of mean!”
“I tell you it's dull. DULL!”
“The folks don't find it dull. These couples like the Haydocks have a high old time; dances and cards——”
“They don't. They're bored. Almost every one here is. Vacuousness and bad manners and spiteful gossip—that's what I hate.”