She was leaning on her elbows, her folded hands propping her chin; and in his soul Thomas knew that she was looking at him with those boring critical blue eyes of hers.

Why was she always looking at him like that?
"It is notorious that we English are dull and stupid," he said.
"Now you are making fun of us," said Kitty seriously.
"I beg your pardon!" She dropped her hands from under her chin and laughed.

"Do you really wish to know the real secret of our antagonism, Mr.Webb ?" "I should be very glad." "Well, then, we each of us wear a chip on our shoulder, simply because we've never taken the trouble to know each other well.

Most English we Americans meet are stupid and caddish and uninteresting; and most of the Americans you see are boastful, loud-talking and money-mad.

Our mutual impressions are wholly wrong to begin with." "I have no chip on my shoulder," Thomas refuted eagerly.
"Neither have I." "But I have," laughed her father.