But after we came back from a long tour, we lived for a time at a hotel in Mentone--our own little house was let--and I used to talk to people there--though papa never liked making friends.

And I made ridiculous mistakes about English things--and they'd laugh.

But one can't know--unless one has _lived_--has breathed in a country, from one's birth.

That's what I've lost." Mrs.Colwood demurred.
"Think of the people who wish they had grown up without ever reading or hearing about the Bible, so that they might read it for the first time, when they could really understand it.

You _feel_ England all the more intensely now because you come fresh to her." Diana sprang up, with a change of face--half laugh, half frown.
"Yes, I feel her! Above all, I feel her enemies!" She let in her dog, a fine collie, who was scratching at the door.