“The seasons crop up all the year round, sometimes three in one day. That’s just the fascinating thing.”
“Quite so, we find that varry disturbing.”
“Our sudden changes of temperature keep us hardy.”
“That’s true; you’re a hardy people. Your weather suits you, beyond a doubt.”
“In Ireland , the weather changes every few minutes.”
“Hah, Wayneflete.”
“Granted. No doubt that assisted my parents to decide to leave; I don’t wonder at it.”
“You’re temperate. You’ve got the sea at a stone’s throw all round. You don’t have notable extremes. But there’s our trouble. Your extremes when they come ain’t arranged for. There’s no heat like your English heat, and my word your English houses in the winter’d take some beating.”
“You mean boardinghouses.”
“Not entirely. Though I admit your English hoames are unique in the matter of comfort. There’s nothing in the world like a real good English hoame . And not only in the matter of comfort.”
“Yes but look here von Heber. I know your fine English parlours with fine great fires to sit around, what they call ‘cosy’ over here, but my life why don’t they warm their corridors and sleeping rooms?”
“We don’t be cause it’s unhealthy. A cold bedroom keeps you hardy and you sleep better.”