In Yorkshire--and such places. As far as _mothers_ go,
I must tell you that momma approves of my pronunciation. She likes it
better than anything else I have brought back with me--even my
tailor-mades--and thinks it wonderful that I should have acquired it in
the time."
"Don't you think you could remember a little of your good old American?
Doesn't it seem to come back to you?"
All the Wicks hate sarcasm, especially from those they love, and I
certainly had not outgrown my fondness for Mr. Page at this time.
"It all came back to me, my dear Arthur," I said, "the moment you opened
your lips!"
At that not only Mr. Page's features and his shirt front, but his whole
personality seemed to stiffen. He sat up and made an outward movement on
the seat of his chair which signified, "My hat and overcoat are in the
hall, and if you do not at once retract----"
"Rather than allow anything to issue from them which would imply that I
was not an American I would keep them closed for ever," he said.
"You needn't worry about that," I observed. "Nothing ever will.
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