I know it is! I could go West with you, or into a new country--anywhere; but New York terrifies me.

I don't like New York, I never did; it disheartens and distracts me; I can't find myself in it; I shouldn't know how to shop.

I know I'm foolish and narrow and provincial," she went on, "but I could never have any inner quiet in New York; I couldn't live in the spirit there.

I suppose people do.

It can't be that all these millions--' "Oh, not so bad as that!" March interposed, laughing.