The delicious food had been eaten, a plate of fruit still before us.

We could look out on one side over a stretch of open country, quietly rich and lovely; on the other, the garden, with tables here and there, far apart enough for privacy.

Let me say right here that with all their careful "balance of population" there was no crowding in this country.

There was room, space, a sunny breezy freedom everywhere.
Somel set her chin upon her hand, her elbow on the low wall beside her, and looked off over the fair land.
"Of course we have faults--all of us," she said.

"In one way you might say that we have more than we used to--that is, our standard of perfection seems to get farther and farther away.