Englishwoman. Really! Nuisance! [A station Policeman, very square and uniformed, passes and repasses.]
American [resuming his seat—to the German]. Now, we don't have so much of that in Amurrica. Guess we feel more to trust in human nature.
German. Ah! ha! you will bresently find there is nothing in him but self.
Little Man [wistfully]. Don't you believe in human nature?
American. Vurry stimulating question. That invites remark. [He looks round for opinions. The Dutch Youth laughs.]
Englishman [holding out his half of the paper to his wife]. Swap! [His wife swaps.]
German. In human nature I believe so far as I can see him—no more.
American. Now that 'pears to me kind o' blasphemy. I'm vurry idealistic; I believe in heroism. I opine there's not one of us settin' around here that's not a hero—give him the occasion.
Little Man. Oh! Do you believe that?
American. Well! I judge a hero is just a person that'll help another at the expense of himself. That's a vurry simple definition. Take that poor woman there. Well, now, she's a heroine, I guess. She would die for her baby any old time.