They are different from any people I know, and are the Americans we were talking about.

The ones of whom I used to read in The Atlantic and Blackwood's, as traveling always and sinking out of sight whenever they reached home.
They, with the exception of a Boston couple, know none of my friends or my haunts, and I have learned a great deal in meeting them.

It has been most BROADENING and the change has been SUCH a rest.

I had no idea of how tired I was of talking about the theater of Arts and Letters and Miss Whitney's debut and my Soul.

These people are simple and unimaginative and bourgeois to a degree and as kind-hearted and apparent as animal alphabets.