The high cliffs reached away to the northward, still wooded, though sprinkled with buildings; but the more broken section opposite the city was a picture of startling beauty. The water front was green-parked, white-piered, rimmed with palaces, and the broken slopes terraced and garlanded in rich foliage. White cottages and larger buildings climbed and nestled along the sunny slopes as on the cliffs at Capri. It was a place one would go far to see. I dropped my eyes to the nearer shore. Again the park, the boulevard, the gracious outlines of fine architecture. It was beautiful--undeniably beautiful--but a strange world to me. I felt like one at a play. A plain, ordinary American landscape ought not to look like a theatre curtain! CHAPTER IV They called me to supper. "Most of us have our heartiest meal in the middle of the day," my sister said. "The average man, O Victim of Copious Instruction," added my brother-in-law, "does his work in the morning; the two hours that he has to, or the four that he usually puts in. Eight to twelve, or nine to one--that is the working day for everybody. Then home, rest, a bath maybe, and then--allow me to help you to some of our Improvements!" I was hungry, and this simple meal looked and smelled most appetizing. There was in particular a large shining covered dish, which, being opened, gave forth so savory a steam as fairly to make my mouth water. A crisp and toothsome bread was by my plate; a hot drink, which they laughingly refused to name, proved most agreeable; a suave, cool salad followed; fruits, some of which were new to me, and most delicate little cakes, closed the meal. They would not tell me a thing, only saying "Have some more!" and I did. Not till I had eaten, with continuous delight, three helpings from the large dish did I notice that it stood alone, so to speak. Nellie followed my eye with her usual prompt intelligence. "Yes," she said, "this is all. But we can send for other things in the twinkling of an eye; what would you like?" I leaned back in my chair and looked at her reproachfully. "I would like some of that salad--not very much, please! And some of those Burbankian products yonder, and one particular brown little cake--if I can hold it." Nellie smiled demurely. "Oh!" she mildly remarked, "I thought for the moment that our little supper seemed scant to you." I glared at her, retorting, "Now I will not utter the grateful praises that were rising to my lips. I will even try to look critical and dissatisfied." And I did, but they all laughed. "It's no manner of use, Uncle John," cried my pretty niece; "we saw you eat it." "'It' indeed!" I protested. "What is this undeniably easy-to-take concoction you have stuffed me with?"