"It is easier to make a vigorous growth out in the open, in the wind and the sun.

Besides, over yonder every one is pinched and trimmed back to the same conventional pattern.

They sacrifice too much for uniformity." "Still," said Ida, once more harping on the idea that troubled her, "there are only wild flowers in the wilderness.

One understands that we have nothing like your peerless English blooms." Weston looked at her with a little gleam in his eyes.
"Oh," he said, "one must be honest, and even for the credit of the old land I can't admit that.

It couldn't be, when you have your sunlight and your crystal skies.