They'll all be glad to see you, and you'll understand things better when you've seen him and his family.

I can't explain." March reflected a moment.

Then he said, with a wisdom that surprised him, for he would have liked to yield to the impulse of his curiosity: "Perhaps we'd better wait till Mrs.March comes down, and let things take the usual course.

The Dryfoos ladies will want to call on her as the last-comer, and if I treated myself 'en garcon' now, and paid the first visit, it might complicate matters." "Well, perhaps you're right," said Fulkerson.

"I don't know much about these things, and I don't believe Ma Dryfoos does, either." He was on his legs lighting another cigarette.