Cheerful Americans

York. He had a retreating chin and a receding forehead, and ears that must have made walking difficult in a high wind; and the first thing I heard him say drew me to him: " I thought St. Paul's was in Rome. I was a whole day in London, but I didn't try to see St. Paul's because I didn't know it was there. But I did go up in a tremenjous church that had a whispering-gallery in it, and I thought I'd die a-laughing to hear the YES; N'YORK'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME."?P. 49. voices come right out of the air in front of me. An old feller told me to stop because they were having a funeral below." " Why, that was St. Paul's," said I, joining in the conversation with shipboard freedom. " That so! Wasn't no name over the door." My speaking to him was the cue for the man who had been conversing to go away. I think that he knew when he had had enough, but as I needed exercise I determined to pump my new acquaintance. "Been over long?" " I was two weeks in Europe." " Well, what's good enough for you ? " "What you mean?" "Is New York good enough for you?" " Oh, yes. Didn't know what you meant, you put it so sudden. Yes; N' York 's good enough for me." " Know New York pretty well, don't you?" " Well, I stopped overnight there on my way from Ochre Point to the steamer. My home's in Ochre Point, New Jersey. I think N' York lays over anything in Europe." " Then you didn't become denationalized by your trip ? " " Demoralized, you me...