He felt instinctively a sort of uneasy responsibility for his guests; and, judging the Fergusons by himself, felt that their call was in some sort an act of self-abnegation on his account; and he was anxious to make it as easy as possible.

Mrs.Follingsbee was presentable, so he thought; but he dreaded the irrepressible Dick, and had much the same feeling about him that one has on presenting a pet spaniel or pointer in a lady's parlor,--there was no answering for what he might say or do.
The Fergusons were disposed to make themselves most amiable to Mrs.
Follingsbee; and, with this intent.

Miss Letitia started the subject of her Parisian experiences, as being probably one where she would feel herself especially at home.

Mrs.Follingsbee of course expanded in rapturous description, and was quite clever and interesting.
"You must feel quite a difference between that country and this, in regard to facilities of living," said Miss Letitia.
"Ah, indeed! do I not ?" said Mrs.Follingsbee, casting up her eyes.
"Life here in America is in a state of perfect disorganization." "We are a young people here, madam," said John.

"We haven't had time to organize the smaller conveniences of life." "Yes, that's what I mean," said Mrs.Follingsbee.