Isn't it strange that we haven't the slightest association with the name ?" "I've been rummaging in my mind, and I've got hold of an association at last," said March.

"It's beer; a sign in a Sixth Avenue saloon window Wurzburger Hof-Brau." "No matter if it is beer.

Find some sketch of the history, and we'll try to get away from the Stollers in it.

I pitied those wild girls, too.
What crazy images of the world must fill their empty minds! How their ignorant thoughts must go whirling out into the unknown! I don't envy their father.

Do hurry back! I shall be thinking about them every instant till you come." She said this, but in their own rooms it was so soothing to sit looking through the long twilight at the lovely landscape that the sort of bruise given by their encounter with the Stollers had left her consciousness before March returned.