"There are all sorts of Americans," I said, laughing.
"Aurora's one of the right sort," rejoined Miss Ruck, who had apparently become very intimate with her new friend.
"Are you very patriotic?" I asked of the young girl.
"She's right down homesick," said Miss Sophy; "she's dying to go. If I were you my mother would have to take me."
"Mamma is going to take me to Dresden."
"Well, I declare I never heard of anything so dreadful!" cried Miss Ruck. "It's like something in a story."
"I never heard there was anything very dreadful in Dresden," I interposed.
Miss Ruck looked at me a moment. "Well, I don't believe you are a good American," she replied, "and I never supposed you were. You had better go in there and talk to Mrs. Church."
"Dresden is really very nice, isn't it?" I asked of her companion.
"It isn't nice if you happen to prefer New York," said Miss Sophy. "Miss Church prefers
