. My husband . y that Vernon be-friended and learned to love told his nurse thathe thought we must be a king and queen be-cause our name was Castle and we alwaysdressed in white. It was in London on this trip that we had ourfirst quarrel and, as my father had predicted, itwas an international one. Like all Americanswho travel for the first time I found everythingin London inferior to New York. I complainedbitterly at this, that, and the other thing not be-ing just as it was at home, all of which must havebeen unbearable to Vernon. Finally one day he exploded when I severely crit-icised some st
. My husband . y that Vernon be-friended and learned to love told his nurse thathe thought we must be a king and queen be-cause our name was Castle and we alwaysdressed in white. It was in London on this trip that we had ourfirst quarrel and, as my father had predicted, itwas an international one. Like all Americanswho travel for the first time I found everythingin London inferior to New York. I complainedbitterly at this, that, and the other thing not be-ing just as it was at home, all of which must havebeen unbearable to Vernon. Finally one day he exploded when I severely crit-icised some stupid little speckled bananas, claim-ing that we had beautiful long fat yellow ones athome. This was the last straw; poor Vernonreally had to defend himself by stating (which wasquite true) that they were not grown in England,any-way, and came from the same place that sup-plied those I had in New Rochelle. We laughedso about this afterward. Each year I went backto England I found it more and more delightful.[14]. MY HUSBAND I met all my new family, and there were manyof them. It is a very embarrassing moment al-ways when a husband or wife brings home theirother half to be given the once over by thefamily. I felt it keenly, because I was so typicallyAmerican and, I am afraid, a little slangy. Icould not help but be a little jealous also at allthe love and devotion showered on him by hisfather and sisters. They seemed always to havetheir arms around his neck, and I felt very out ofplace and uncomfortable. Every time I spoke atall there was a dreadful silence and I mistooktheir very sweet manners for ridicule and felt agreat longing for home and mother, all ofwhich quickly vanished on our return visit, sothat now the devotion I feel for them is onlysecond to the love I bear my own family. As The Hen-Pecks was to reopen in Augustour trip was a short one. When the play did re-open I was given a very small part. My singingmade it safer from the point of view of the man-agement. I was
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