Miss Ruck began to toss her head. "Come away, my dear," she said. "If there's a creature I despise it's a man that tries to say funny things about his own country."
"Don't you think one can be tired of Europe?" Aurora asked, lingering.
"Possibly—after many years."
"Father was tired of it after three weeks," said Miss Ruck.
"I have been here sixteen years," her friend went on, looking at me with a charming intentness, as if she had a purpose in speaking. "It used to be for my education. I don't know what it's for now."
"She's beautifully educated," said Miss Ruck. "She knows four languages."
"I am not very sure that I know English."
"You should go to Boston!" cried Miss Sophy. "They speak splendidly in Boston."
"C'est mon rêve," said Aurora, still looking at me.
"Have you been all over Europe," I asked—"in all the different countries?"
She hesitated a moment, "Everywhere that
