The Pentecost of Calamity
"My Lawd, suh, 'most nevah!"
In these German trains another little discord jarred with some regularity: the German passengers they brought from Berlin, or were taking back to Berlin, were of a heavy impenetrable rudeness--quite another breed than the kindly Hessians of Frankfurt.
We know the saying of a floor--that it is so clean "you could eat your dinner off it." All the streets of Frankfurt, that I saw, were clean like this. The system of street cars was lucid--and blessedly noiseless!--and their conductors informed with the same adequate gravity I have already noted.
I found that I developed a special affection for Route 19, because this took me from the station to the opera house. But all routes took one to and through aspects of municipal perfection at which one stared with envy as one thought of home.