How are they getting on, I do wonder ?" Mrs.March asked of Fulkerson.
"Well, they've got one family to board; but it's a small one.

I guess they'll pull through.

They didn't want to take any day boarders at first, the widow said; I guess they have had to come to it." "Poor things!" sighed Mrs.March.

"I hope they'll go back to the country." "Well, I don't know.

When you've once tasted New York--You wouldn't go back to Boston, would you ?" "Instantly." Fulkerson laughed out a tolerant incredulity.
X Beaton lit his pipe when he found himself in his room, and sat down before the dull fire in his grate to think.