"You wouldn't talk so if you had any idea of our life.

To me you seem here as if you were living in heaven compared with us of the country from which I came." "Heaven ?" said he: "you like heaven, do you ?" "Yes," said I--snappishly, I am afraid; for I was beginning rather to resent his formula.
"Well, I am far from sure that I do," quoth he.

"I think one may do more with one's life than sitting on a damp cloud and singing hymns." I was rather nettled by this inconsequence, and said: "Well, neighbour, to be short, and without using metaphors, in the land whence I come, where the competition which produced those literary works which you admire so much is still the rule, most people are thoroughly unhappy; here, to me at least most people seem thoroughly happy." "No offence, guest--no offence," said he; "but let me ask you; you like that, do you ?" His formula, put with such obstinate persistence, made us all laugh heartily; and even the old man joined in the laughter on the sly.
However, he was by no means beaten, and said presently: "From all I can hear, I should judge that a young woman so beautiful as my dear Ellen yonder would have been a lady, as they called it in the old time, and wouldn't have had to wear a few rags of silk as she does now, or to have browned herself in the sun as she has to do now.

What do you say to that, eh ?" Here Clara, who had been pretty much silent hitherto, struck in, and said: "Well, really, I don't think that you would have mended matters, or that they want mending.

Don't you see that she is dressed deliciously for this beautiful weather?
And as for the sun-burning of your hay-fields, why, I hope to pick up some of that for myself when we get a little higher up the river.