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 a spell. Must like it here." Mary Gowd said nothing. "Can't say I'm crazy about it--that is, as a place to live. I said to Mother last night: 'Little old Batavia's good enough for Henry D.' Of course it's a grand education, travelling, especially for Tweetie. Funny, I always thought the fruit in Italy was regular hothouse stuff--thought the streets would just be lined with trees all hung with big, luscious oranges. But, Lord! Here we are at the best hotel in Rome, and the fruit is worse than the stuff the pushcart men at home feed to their families--little wizened bananas and oranges. Still, it's grand here in Rome for Tweetie. I can't stay long--just ran away from business to bring 'em over; but I'd like Tweetie to stay in Italy until she learns the lingo. Sings, too--Tweetie does; and she and Ma think they'll have her voice cultivated over here. They'll stay here quite a while, I guess." "Then you will not be here with them?" asked Mary Gowd. "Me? No." They sat silent for a moment. "I suppose you're crazy about Rome," said Henry Gregg again. "There's a lot of culture here, and history, and all that; and--" "I hate Rome!" said Mary Gowd. Henry Gregg stared at her in bewilderment. "Then why in Sam Hill don't you go back to England?" "I'm thirty-seven years old. That's one reason why. And I look older. Oh, yes, I do. Thanks just the same. There are too many women in England already--too many half-starving shabby genteel. I

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Comment:  a spell. Must like it here." Mary Gowd said nothing. "Can't say I'm crazy about it--that is, as a place to live. I said to Mother last night: 'Little old Batavia's good enough for Henry D.' Of course it's a grand education, travelling, especially for Tweetie. Funny, I always thought the fruit in Italy was regular hothouse stuff--thought the streets would just be lined with trees all hung with big, luscious oranges. But, Lord! Here we are at the best hotel in Rome, and the fruit is worse than the stuff the pushcart men at home feed to their families--little wizened bananas and oranges. Still, it's grand here in Rome for Tweetie. I can't stay long--just ran away from business to bring 'em over; but I'd like Tweetie to stay in Italy until she learns the lingo. Sings, too--Tweetie does; and she and Ma think they'll have her voice cultivated over here. They'll stay here quite a while, I guess." "Then you will not be here with them?" asked Mary Gowd. "Me? No." They sat silent for a moment. "I suppose you're crazy about Rome," said Henry Gregg again. "There's a lot of culture here, and history, and all that; and--" "I hate Rome!" said Mary Gowd. Henry Gregg stared at her in bewilderment. "Then why in Sam Hill don't you go back to England?" "I'm thirty-seven years old. That's one reason why. And I look older. Oh, yes, I do. Thanks just the same. There are too many women in England already--too many half-starving shabby genteel. I

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