The hills are much higher.

You need blankets at night...." She turned her head and smilingly considered him: "I can't yet believe you are here." "I've been trying to realise it, too." "Did you come in your favourite cloud ?" "No; on an exceedingly dirty train." "You've a cinder mark on your nose." "Thanks." He gave her his handkerchief and she wiped away the smear.
"How long can you stay ?--Oh, don't answer! Please forget I asked you.
When you've got to go just tell me a few minutes before your departure....

The main thing in life is to shorten unhappiness as much as possible.

That is Rita's philosophy." "Is Rita well ?" "Perfectly--thanks to your bonbons.

She doesn't precisely banquet on the fare here--poor dear! But then," she added, philosophically, "what can a girl expect on eight dollars a week?
Besides, Rita has been spoiled.