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They've got the father's sword hung up over the head of the mother's bed; it's very touching. But the poor little place is so bare!" Mrs. Makely sighed, and there fell a little pause, which she broke with a question she had the effect of having kept back. "There is one thing I should like to ask you, too, Mr. Homos. Is it true that everybody in Altruria does some kind of manual labor?"
You can't have any peace of your lives. It's worse, far worse, than our way." "But, madam," he began, "you are supposing our family to be made up of people with all the antagonistic interests of your civilization. As a matter of fact " "No, no! I know human nature, Mr. Homos!" She suddenly jumped up and gave him her hand.
Makely demanded of me. "Well, ours are competitive conditions," I said. "Very well, then," she returned, "I don't think Mr. Homos is much of a gentleman to say such a thing to an American audience. Or, wait a moment! Ask him if the same rule applies to women."
"If you are in the Region on the third of May you must come to our wedding." The same afternoon I had a long talk with Mr. Thrall, whom I found at work replanting a strawberry-patch during the Voluntaries. He rose up at the sound of my voice, and after an old man's dim moment for getting me mentally in focus, he brightened into a genial smile, and said, "Oh, Mrs. Homos! I am glad to see you."
I wouldn't let her; I was afraid to let her see what a white man's country really was, because I felt so weak about it myself, and I didn't want to put the trial on her, too. And do you know why we're going back, or want to go? I guess some of you know, but I want to tell these folks here so they'll understand, and I want you, Mr. Homos," he called to my husband, "to get it down straight.
"Yes," I said, "but I do not think you would like it." "Now, I assure you, Mr. Homos, you were never more mistaken in your life. I perfectly delight in your naivete. I know that the Altrurians don't think as we do about some things, and I don't expect it. What is it you would like to ask?" "Well, why should you require your servants to go down on a different elevator from yourselves?"
"Now, isn't it about perfect?" she urged, and I had to own that it was indeed very convenient and very charming; and in the rapture of the moment she invited me to criticise it. "I see very little to criticise," I said, "from your point of view; but I hope you won't think it indiscreet if I ask a few questions?" She laughed. "Ask anything, Mr. Homos!
It was impossible not to feel that this gentleman was talking at me; if the Americans have a foreign guest, they always talk at him more or less; and I was not surprised when he said, "I think our friend, Mr. Homos, will conceive my fine revolt from the crude period of our existence which the roast turkey marks as distinctly as the graffiti of the cave-dweller proclaim his epoch."
I know you'll like each other, Mr. Homos. I do wish Eva was at home!" I said that I should be very glad to meet an American Altrurian, but that now I wished she would tell me about the normal New York house, and what was its animating principle, beginning with the basement door. She laughed and said, "Why, it's just like any other house!"
In our National Gallery there are nine specimens of Guido's works, including one of his best 'Ecce Homos, which belonged to the collection of Samuel Rogers. Domenico Zampieri, commonly called Domenichino, was another Bolognese painter, and another eminent scholar of the Carracci. He was born in 1581, and, after studying under a Flemish painter, passed into the school of the Carracci.
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