Right after I got home from the war--tventy years ago.

But tell me, you are married?
Children?
Yes! Goodt! And how oldt are you now ?" "It makes me seventeen to see you, Lindau, but I've got a son nearly as old." "Ah, ha, ha! Goodt! And where do you lif ?" "Well, I'm just coming to live in New York," March said, looking over at Fulkerson, who had been watching his interview with the perfunctory smile of sympathy that people put on at the meeting of old friends.

"I want to introduce you to my friend Mr.Fulkerson.He and I are going into a literary enterprise here." "Ah! zo ?" said the old man, with polite interest.

He took Fulkerson's proffered hand, and they all stood talking a few moments together.
Then Fulkerson said, with another look at his watch, "Well, March, we're keeping Mr.Lindau from his dinner." "Dinner!" cried the old man.

"Idt's better than breadt and meadt to see Mr.Marge!" "I must be going, anyway," said March.