It flitted, really, over the surface of her mind, which was engaged in absorbing Janet and the room, and the situation.
"Perhaps it is better to be born in America than in--most places," she said, with a half glance at the prim square outside.

"It gives you a point of view that is--splendid." In hesitating this way before her adjectives, she always made her listeners doubly attentive to what she had to say.

"And having been deprived of so much that you have over here, we like it better, of course, when we get it, than you do.

But nobody would live in constant deprivation.
No, you wouldn't like living there.

Except in New York, and, oh, I should say Santa Barbara, and New Orleans perhaps, the life over there is--infernal." "You are like a shower-bath," said Janet to herself; but the shower-bath had no palpable effect upon her.