But I want you to understand that it isn't your limitations that are in the way.

It's mine.

I shouldn't have the courage to take such a place; I don't think I'm fit for it, and that's the long and short of it." "Oh, you don't know how it hurts me to have you say that, Basil." The next morning, as they sat together at breakfast, without the children, whom they let lie late on Sunday, Mrs.March said to her husband, silent over his fish-balls and baked beans: "We will go to New York.

I've decided it." "Well, it takes two to decide that," March retorted.

"We are not going to New York." "Yes, we are.