This, I take it, is all that Martin[27] would call a comfortable mood for Christmas; and we are old enough and tough enough to have thick armour against trouble.

When Worry knocks at the door, the butler tells him we're not at home.
And I see the most interesting work in the world cut out for me for the next twenty-five or thirty years--to get such courtesy into our dealings with these our kinsmen here, public and private--as will cause them to follow us in all the developments of democracy and-in keeping the peace of the world secure.

I can't impress it on you strongly enough that the English-speaking folk have got to set the pace and keep this world in order.

Nobody else is equal to the job.

In all our dealings with the British, public and private, we allow it to be assumed that _they_ lead: they don't.