"No, I couldn't do it.

But I wish Mr.Burnamy had seen it.

He could.

Will you tell him about it ?" He wanted to know if March had heard from Burnamy lately, and in the midst of his vivid interest he gave a weary sigh.
His mother said that now he had talked enough, and bade him say good-by to the Marches, who were coming so soon to Holland, anyway.

Mrs.March put her arms round him to kiss him, and when she let him sink back her eyes were dim.
"You see how frail he is ?" said Mrs.Adding.