"You young
women are growing altogether too clever, with your politics, and your
philosophy, and your culture. I hate America!"
"If you really knew anything about it, you would like it very much.
Besides, you have no right to say you hate it. The people here have been
very good to you already. You ought not to abuse them."
"No--not the people. But just look at that snow-storm, Joe, and tell me
whether America is a place for human beings to live in."
"It is much prettier than a Scotch mist, and ever so much clearer than a
fog in London," retorted Joe.
"But there is nothing for a fellow to do on a day like this," said Ronald
sulkily.
"Nothing, but to come and see his cousin, and abuse everything to her, and
try to make her as discontented as himself," said Joe, mimicking his tone.
"If I thought you liked me to come and see you"--began Ronald.
"Well?"
"It would be different, you know."
"I like you when you are nice and good-tempered," said Joe. "But when you
are bored you are simply--well, you are dreadful.
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