They don't think
anything of getting into debt, and as often as not they
drink, and they never know enough to--to come in out of
the rain. But, Lorne--"
"Yes, but we're very apt to get the failures. The fellows
their folks give five or six hundred pounds to and tell
them they're not expected back till they're making a
living. The best men find their level somewhere else,
along recognized channels. Lord knows we don't want
them--this country's for immigrants. We're manufacturing
our own gentlemen quite fast enough for the demand."
"I should think we were! Why, Lorne, Canadians--nice
Canadians are just as gentlemanly as they can be! They'll
compare with anybody. Perhaps Americans have got more
style:" she weighed the matter; "but Canadians are much
better form, I think. But, Lorne, how perfectly dear of
you to send me those roses. I wore them, and nobody there
had such beauties. All the girls wanted to know where I
got them, but I only told Lily, just to make her feel a
pig for not having asked you--my very greatest friend!
She just about apologized--told me she wanted to ask
about twenty more people, but her mother wouldn't let
her. They've lost an uncle or something lately, and if
it hadn't been for Clara Sims staying with them they
wouldn't have been giving anything.
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