I couldn't tell anybody about it--for his sake.

It was all a silly mistake.

Some of them," I added thoughtfully, "were very stupid." "Judging from the specimens that find their way over here," Arthur remarked, "I should say there was plenty of room in their heads for their brains." Arthur was sitting on the other side of the fireplace, and by this time his expression was aggressive.

I thought his remark unnecessarily caustic, but I did not challenge it.
"_Some_ of them were stupid," I repeated, "but they were nearly all nice." And I went on to say that what Chicago people as a whole thought about it I didn't know and I didn't care, but so far as _my_ experience went the English were the loveliest nation in the world.
"A nation like a box of strawberries," Mr.Page suggested, "all the big ones on top, all the little ones at the bottom." "That doesn't matter to us," I replied cheerfully, "we never get any further than the top.

And you'll admit there's a great tendency for little ones to shake down.