They think me," the young man explained, "diabolically American." "You!" Such stupidity drew from her a sigh of compassion.
Her companion apparently quite understood it.

"Are you homesick, Mamie ?" he asked, with wondering irrelevance.
The manner of the question made her, for some reason, in spite of her preoccupations, break into a laugh.

A shade of indulgence, a sense of other things, came back to her.

"You are funny, Scott!" "Well," remarked Scott, "that's just what I claim.

But ARE you so homesick ?" he spaciously inquired, not as to a practical end, but from an easy play of intelligence.
"I'm just dying of it!" said Mamie Cutter.
"Why so am I!" Her visitor had a sweetness of concurrence.
"We're the only decent people," Miss Cutter declared.