Mis' Holcomb made her mouth both tight and firm.
"Their gover'ment beats ours, I s'pose?" she says. "You know very well you can't beat our gover'ment."
Berta, Mis' Sykes's little Switzerland maid, spoke up.
"Oh," she says, "I guess Sweetzerland has got the nicest gover'ment. Everybody speaks so nice of that."
Mame looked over at me, behind Berta. But of course we wouldn't say a word to hurt the poor little thing's feelings.
Up spoke that new Mis' Antonio, whose husband has the fluff rug store.
"Of course," she says, "nothing has Rome but Italy."
We kep' still for a minute. Nobody could contradict that.
"I feel bad," said Mis' Antonio, "for the new countries—America, England—that have not so much old history in them. And no old sceneries."