"Old Dryfoos?
Well, of course! I call him old, but he ain't so very.

About fifty, or along there." "No," said March, "that isn't very old--or not so old as it used to be." "Well, I suppose you've got to know about him, anyway," said Fulkerson, thoughtfully.

"And I've been wondering just how I should tell you.

Can't always make out exactly how much of a Bostonian you really are! Ever been out in the natural-gas country ?" "No," said March.

"I've had a good deal of curiosity about it, but I've never been able to get away except in summer, and then we always preferred to go over the old ground, out to Niagara and back through Canada, the route we took on our wedding journey.