The Brimming Cup

"[...] They sank into a reverie, smiling to themselves. "How the fountains shone in the sun, that day," she murmured; "the spray they cast on us was all tiny opals and diamonds." "You’re sure you aren’t going to be sorry to go back to America to live, to leave all that?" asked the man. "I get anxious about that sometimes. It seems an awful jump to go away from such beautiful historic things, back to a narrow little mountain town." "I’d like to know what right you have to call it narrow, when you’ve never even seen it," she returned.[...]".