The idea of great cities, and especially of London, had a kind of fascination for her: she could scarcely realize the rush, the roar and hurry, the hard crowds of men and women, strangers to each other, feverishly seeking for wealth and pleasure beneath a murky sky, and treading one another down in the fury of their competition.
"What is it all for ?" she asked earnestly.

"What do they seek?
Having so few years to live, why do they waste them thus ?" I told her that in the majority of instances it was actual hard necessity that drove them on, but she could barely understand me.

Living as she had done, in the midst of the teeming plenty of a fruitful earth, she did not seem to be able to grasp the fact that there were millions who from day to day know not how to stay their hunger.
"I never want to go there," she went on; "I should be bewildered and frightened to death.

It is not natural to live like that.

God put Adam and Eve in a garden, and that is how he meant their children to live--in peace, and looking always on beautiful things.