"His people were German emigrants who settled in Southern Indiana.

That makes him as much American as any of us, doesn't it ?" Burnamy spoke with his mind on his French-Canadian grandfather, who had come down through Detroit, when their name was Bonami; but Mrs.March answered from her eight generations of New England ancestry.

"Oh, for the West, yes, perhaps," and they neither of them said anything more about Stoller.
In their room, where she found March waiting for her amidst their arriving baggage, she was so full of her pent-up opinions of Burnamy's patron that she, would scarcely speak of the view from their windows of the wooded hills up and down the Tepl."Yes, yes; very nice, and I know I shall enjoy it ever so much.

But I don't know what you will think of that poor young Burnamy!" "Why, what's happened to him ?" "Happened?
Stoller's happened." "Oh, have you seen him, already?
Well ?" "Well, if you had been going to pick out that type of man, you'd have rejected him, because you'd have said he was too pat.

He's like an actor made up for a Western millionaire.