I could put you a folding bed in the room where you wrote, and we could even have one in the parlor." "Behind a portiere?
I couldn't stand any more portieres!" "And we could squeeze the two girls into one room, or perhaps only bring Margaret, and put out the whole of the wash.

Basil!" she almost shrieked, "it isn't to be thought of!" He retorted, "I'm not thinking of it, my dear." Fulkerson came in just before they started for Mrs.March's train, to find out what had become of them, he said, and to see whether they had got anything to live in yet.
"Not a thing," she said.

"And I'm just going back to Boston, and leaving Mr.March here to do anything he pleases about it.

He has 'carte blanche.'" "But freedom brings responsibility, you know, Fulkerson, and it's the same as if I'd no choice.

I'm staying behind because I'm left, not because I expect to do anything." "Is that so ?" asked Fulkerson.