He had lived a happy life; Burnamy would be lucky if he should live one half as happy; and yet if he could show him his whole happy life, just as it had truly been, must not the young man shrink from such a picture of his future?
"Say something," said his wife.

"What are you thinking about ?" "Oh, Burnamy," he answered, honestly enough.
"I was thinking about the children," she said.

"I am glad Bella didn't try to come from Chicago to see us off; it would have been too silly; she is getting to be very sensible.

I hope Tom won't take the covers off the furniture when he has the fellows in to see him." "Well, I want him to get all the comfort he can out of the place, even if the moths eat up every stick of furniture." "Yes, so do I.And of course you're wishing that you were there with him!" March laughed guiltily.

"Well, perhaps it was a crazy thing for us to start off alone for Europe, at our age." "Nothing of the kind," he retorted in the necessity he perceived for staying her drooping spirits.