A pair of schoolgirls strolled up and down bareheaded; now and then a buggy passed.
"There's room here," he said.
"Find it kind of crowded up over there ?" asked Mr Williams.

"Worse than New York ?" "Oh, yes.

Crowded in a patient sort of way--it's enough to break your heart--that you don't see in New York! The poor of New York--well, they've got the idea of not being poor.

In England they're resigned, they've got callous.

My goodness! the fellows out of work over there--you can SEE they're used to it, see it in the way they slope along and the look in their eyes, poor dumb dogs.