Chapter XXVIThey sat there at the table and watched the early stormy light over the Canal. The grey had turned to a yellow-grey now, with the sun, and the waves were working against the outgoing tide.
'Mummy says she can't live here too long at any time because there are no trees,' the girl said. 'That's why she goes to the country.'
'That's why everyone goes to the country,' the Colonel said. 'We could plant a few trees if we found a place with a big enough garden.'
'I like Lombardy poplars and plane trees the best, but I am still quite uneducated.'
'I like them, and cypresses and chestnut trees. The real chestnut and the horse-chestnut. But you will never see trees, Daughter, until we go to America. Wait till you see a white pine or a ponderosa pine.'
'Will we see them when we make
