ItcarriesonanextensivetradeinstovesandhollowwarewiththeWestandSouth，anditsflouringmillshaveadailycapacityofmorethan2，000barrels。
AzaleaAdairseemedtoreflect。
“Ihaveneverthoughtofitthatway，“shesaid，withakindofsincereintensitythatseemedtobelongtoher。“Isn”titinthestill，quietplacesthatthingsdohappen？IfancythatwhenGodbegantocreatetheearthonthefirstMondaymorningonecouldhaveleanedoutone”swindowandheardthedropsofmudsplashingfromHistrowelasHebuiltuptheeverlastinghills。Whatdidthenoisiestprojectintheworld——ImeanthebuildingoftheTowerofBable——resultinfinally？ApageandahalfofEsperantointhe_NorthAmericanReview_。”
“Ofcourse，“saidIplatitudinously，“humannatureisthesameeverywhere；butthereismorecolor——er——moredramaandmovementand——er——romanceinsomecitiesthaninothers。”
“Onthesurface，“saidAzaleaAdair。“Ihavetraveledmanytimesaroundtheworldinagoldenairshipwaftedontwowings——printanddreams。IhaveseenononeofmyimaginarytourstheSultanofTurkeybowstringwithhisownhandsoneofhiswiveswhohaduncoveredherfaceinpublic。IhaveseenamaninNashvilletearuphistheatreticketsbecausehiswifewasgoingoutwithherfacecovered——withricepowder。InSanFrancisco”sChinatownIsawtheslavegirlSingYeedippedslowly，inchbyinch，inboilingalmondoiltomakeherswearshewouldneverseeherAmericanloveragain。Shegaveinwhentheboilingoilhadreachedthreeinchesaboveherknee。AtaeuchrepartyinEastNashvilletheothernightIsawKittyMorgancutdeadbysevenofherschoolmatesandlifelongfriendsbecauseshehadmarriedahousepainter。Theboilingoilwassizzlingashighasherheart；butIwishyoucouldhaveseenthefinelittlesmilethatshecarriedfromtabletotable。Oh，yes，itisahumdrumtown。Justafewmilesofredbrickhousesandmudandlumberyards。”