William Dean Howells,
A Traveler from Altruria — Chapter X
(1894)
“ We will go up to the edge of the grove over-looking the tennis-court, and hold our meeting there, as the Altrurian meetings are always held, with the sky for a roof, and with no walls but the horizon." "The very thing!" cried Mrs. Makely. "Who would ever have thought you were so practical, Mr. Homos? I don't believe you're an Altrurian, after all: I believe you are an American in disguise." ”
