“In my country we should call it real mean to laugh, at people who had been our guests and performed in our houses.”
“In your country, my dear,” said Myra Ingleby, “you have no duchesses.”
“Well, we supply you with quite a good few,” replied the American girl calmly, and went on with her ice.
The Rosary, by Florence Barclay
Shows up sharply my decline in reading across recent years – despite good intentions and owning at least half the 16 books listed, I have read none of these since Nova Swing. But I’d read 23 of the first 24.