But now Fulkerson clearly meant business, and March had a struggle to maintain himself in a firm poise of refusal.
"I dare say it wouldn't--or it needn't-cost so very much more, but I don't want to go to New York; or my wife doesn't.

It's the same thing." "A good deal samer," Fulkerson admitted.
March did not quite like his candor, and he went on with dignity.
"It's very natural she shouldn't.

She has always lived in Boston; she's attached to the place.

Now, if you were going to start 'The Fifth Wheel' in Boston--" Fulkerson slowly and sadly shook his head, but decidedly.

"Wouldn't do.
You might as well say St.Louis or Cincinnati.