German. [Nodding] ‘Ja, ja’!  That is coming.

Little man. [Looking from face to face] They might be me.

     [The Dutch youth laughs.]

American. [Reproving him with a look] That’s true humility.  ’Tisn’t grammar.  Now, here’s a proposition that brings it nearer the bone:  Would you step out of your way to help them when it was liable to bring you trouble?

German.  ‘Nein, nein’!  That is stupid.

Little man. [Eager but wistful] I’m afraid not.  Of course one wants to—­There was St Francis d’Assisi and St Julien L’Hospitalier, and——­

American.  Very lofty dispositions.  Guess they died of them. [He rises] Shake hands, sir—­my name is—­[He hands a card] I am an ice-machine maker. [He shakes the little MAN’s hand] I like your sentiments—­I feel kind of brotherly. [Catching sight of the waiter appearing in the doorway] Waiter; where to h-ll is that glass of beer?

German.  Cigarren!

Waiter.  ‘Komm’ gleich’!

Englishman. [Consulting watch] Train’s late.

ENGLISHWOMAN.  Really!  Nuisance!

     [A station policeman, very square and uniformed, passes and
     repasses.]

American. [Resuming his seat—­to the German] Now, we don’t have so much of that in America.  Guess we feel more to trust in human nature.

German.  Ah! ha! you will bresently find there is nothing in him but self.

Little man. [Wistfully] Don’t you believe in human nature?

American.  Very stimulating question.

     [He looks round for opinions.  The Dutch youth laughs.]

Englishman. [Holding out his half of the paper to his wife] Swap!

     [His wife swaps.]

German.  In human nature I believe so far as I can see him—­no more.

American.  Now that ‘pears to me kind o’ blasphemy.  I believe in heroism.  I opine there’s not one of us settin’ around here that’s not a hero—­give him the occasion.

Little man.  Oh!  Do you believe that?

American.  Well!  I judge a hero is just a person that’ll help another at the expense of himself.  Take that poor woman there.  Well, now, she’s a heroine, I guess.  She would die for her baby any old time.

German.  Animals will die for their babies.  That is nothing.

American.  I carry it further.  I postulate we would all die for that baby if a locomotive was to trundle up right here and try to handle it. [To the German] I guess you don’t know how good you are. [As the German is twisting up the ends of his moustache—­to the ENGLISHWOMAN] I should like to have you express an opinion, ma’am.