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Updated: June 28, 2025
Of course I'm very glad to see you all, but you know what I mean. No shilly-shallying with the English climate's my motto it's the only dangerous thing we've got!" Lady Staines disregarded this admonition. The light clouds above the elms puffed idly in the heavy air. It was a hot bright day, murmurous with bees and the idle, half notes of midsummer birds.
We raise the voluptuous by the score, Gwynne, houris to beat the band. Climate's a regular Venus factory; but somehow we don't get the classic very often. Too mixed, probably. Will have to wait another generation or two. Eyes, complexions, figures ye gods! But noses somehow they run to snub. Still! Look over there.
Said the plain man: "Well, it's supposed to be just about unique. You're contented there. You get what you've always wanted. The climate's wonderful." "Indeed!" said the traveller again. "Have you met anybody who's been there?" "Yes, I've met several. I've met a lot. And I've heard from people who are there." "And are their reports enthusiastic?" "Well " The plain man hesitated. "Answer me.
Besides, I wouldn't mind coming here to live for a while. The climate's glorious." "You live here? You'd look well in a wide hat and a blue shirt, wouldn't you, dad?" "More irreverence! Of course I'd look well. And it's worth something to eat the way I do here. I'm getting better every day. Why, they tell me no one has died out here in a hundred years.
Revealed religion gives us a light into the care and concern of his providence, by the climate's being made habitable, the creatures subjected and made nourishing, and all vegetative life made medicinal; and all this for the sake of man, who is made viceroy to the King of the earth.
"I suppose the climate's rather too moist; the heat would be rather trying to him there." "That so?" "And he's taken his ticket for Alexandria," Westover pursued. "Well, I guess that's so." Whitwell tilted his backward sloping hat to one side, so as to scratch the northeast corner of his bead thoughtfully.
The climate's bully best little old climate they've made, up to date but it's got to rain once in a while; and the wind's got to blow; and all that. If you believe the Weather in the Old Home column, you'll be sore. In two years you'll be sore, anyway, whenever it does anything but stand 55 at night, 72 at noon and shine like the spotlight on the illustrated songster.
"Soaked I should just say I am!" Owen Rose accepted the invitation and stepped inside, shaking himself like a dog as he did so. "Lord, Barry, what a climate! I declare I'd sooner live in Timbuctoo!" "Oh, the climate's all right only a bit moist," returned Barry philosophically. "But come on in take off your coat and come to the fire. Any luggage?" "No, I've sent it on to my place."
There was something ominous in Dick Tresize's voice. "I am not going to enlist." "I say, you fellows," said Dick, looking towards the others, "the climate's not healthy here. What do you say to a stroll?" Without a word each one walked away, leaving Bob alone.
What will the missis do without you?" "She'll manage all right. She's very capable. She is helping me with the farm. The life seems to suit her all right, only I shall have to see she doesn't work too hard." "That you will, my son. This climate's hard on women. Look at poor Bill Merston's wife! When she came out, she was as pretty and as sweet as a little wild rose.
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