An American girl in London . be perfectly honest, aconviction came to me then that sometimes we dont care , for my part, I liked listening to that Virginian corner. Im afraid it was rather a late breakfast, and the lobbywas full of people strolling in and out when I went through onmy way to my room. I stood for a moment at the dining-roomdoor looking at the lobby—I had heard so many Chicago peopledescribe it—and I noticed in the seats that run around it,against the wall, two young women. They were leaning backnonchalantly, watching the comers and the goers. Both of3 24 AN AMERICAN GI
An American girl in London . be perfectly honest, aconviction came to me then that sometimes we dont care , for my part, I liked listening to that Virginian corner. Im afraid it was rather a late breakfast, and the lobbywas full of people strolling in and out when I went through onmy way to my room. I stood for a moment at the dining-roomdoor looking at the lobby—I had heard so many Chicago peopledescribe it—and I noticed in the seats that run around it,against the wall, two young women. They were leaning backnonchalantly, watching the comers and the goers. Both of3 24 AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON them had their knees crossed, and one had her hands in herjacket pockets. A man in the seat next them, who might ormight not have belonged to them, was smoking a large English ladies came out from breakfast behind me, stoodwaiting for somebody, and said one to the other: Look atthose disgusting American girls ! But I had seen the youngwomens boots. Just to be satisfied, I walked up to one of them,. THOSE DISGUSTING AMERICAN GIRLS and asked her if she could kindly tell me when I ought to postletters for New York. The American maiyel goes out Wednesdays an Satuhdays,I fancy, the young woman replied, but Im not suah; it wouldbe saifah to ask the clahk! She spoke quite distinctly, so that the English ladies musthare heard her, and I am afraid they saw in my glance as Iwent upstairs that I had intended to correct their mistake. AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON 25 I started to see Mrs. Portberis at eleven oclock on themorning of the 9th of April—a lovely day, a day which auguredbrightly and hopefully. I waited carefully till eleven, thinkingby that time my relation would have had her breakfast in bedand been dressed, and perhaps have been helped downstairs toher own particular sunny window, where I thought I might seeher faded, placid, sweet old face looking up from her knittingand out into the busy street. Words have such an inspiringeffect upon the imaginatio
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