ou have found, it is not so--we are a strange race
from over the sea.
"You are an American, sir," said the barmaid. She was a huge young
woman who could have punched my head in. I am not so delicate, either.
And she had a pug nose.
"I do not so much care for American ladies," she said. "I think they
are a bit hard, don't you?" Then, perhaps feeling that she may have
offended me, she quickly added: "Not of course that I doubt that there
are maidenlike ladies in America."
They are a curious people, these English, with their nice ideas, even
among barmaids, of the graces of a mellow society. For some time I
could not understand why she was so beautiful. Then I perceived that
it was because of her nose. She looked just like the goddesses of the
Elgin marbles, whose noses are broken, you know. Still I doubt whether
it would be a good idea for a man to break his wife's nose in order to
make her more beautiful.
I will grave her name here on the tablet of fame, so that when you go
again to London you may be able to see her. It is Elizabeth.
He was a cats' meat man. And on his arm he carried a basket in which
was a heap of bits of horse flesh (such I have been told it is), each
on a sliver of stick. There was a little dog playing about near by.
"Would you care to treat that dog to a ha'penny's worth of meat, sir?"
asked the man.
I had never before treated a dog to anything, though treating is an
American habit. So I "set up" the dog to a ha'penny's worth of meat.
"Thank you, sir," said the cats' meat man. I saw by the light come
into his eye that he had recognised me. "You are------" he began. "I
know it," I said; "I am."
I looked at the wretched dog. Would he too accuse me? But he ate his
meat and said never a word. Perhaps he was not an Englishman. No, I
think he was a tourist, too, like myself. I was glad I had befriended
him in an alien land.
"What is the price of this?" I asked. "Thri'pence?" I inquired,
reading a sign.
"Three pence," pronounced the attendant very distinctly. It was but
his way of saying, "You are an American."
I went into an office to see a man I know. "How are you?" I said in my
democratic way to the very small office boy. "You are looking better
than when I saw you last," I remarked with pleasant home humour.
"I never saw you before, sir," replied the office boy. "He is an
American," I heard him, apologising for me, tell the typist.
Some considerable w
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