"But one likes to hear of the things that change, grandma."
"Do 'ee? I like to hear of the things that remain."
"But grandma! the earth itself changes; at least it is as different in different places as anything can be."
"Some's cold, and some's hot," observed the old lady.
"It is much more than that. The trees are different, and the fruits are different; and the animals; and the country is different, and the buildings, and the people's dresses."
"The men and women is the same," said the old lady contentedly.
"But no, not even that, grandma. They are as different as they can be, and still be men and women."
"'As in water face answereth to face, so the heart of man to man.' Be the New York folks so queer, then, Lois?"
"O no, not the New York people; though they are different too; quite different from Shampuashuh—"
"How?"