It exists, of course; it must in a city of eighteen hundred thousand people, and the only question is where to find it.

You leave him to me, Mrs.March; I'll watch out for him." Fulkerson showed some signs of going to the station when he found they were not driving, but she bade him a peremptory good-bye at the hotel door.
"He's very nice, Basil, and his way with you is perfectly charming.

It's very sweet to see how really fond of you he is.

But I didn't want him stringing along with us up to Forty-second Street and spoiling our last moments together." At Third Avenue they took the Elevated for which she confessed an infatuation.

She declared it the most ideal way of getting about in the world, and was not ashamed when he reminded her of how she used to say that nothing under the sun could induce her to travel on it.