But I must not forget that I am like the worst of them." "You might go up Fifth Avenue and live among the rich awhile, when you're in danger of that," suggested March.

"At any rate," he added, by an impulse which he knew he could not justify to his wife, "I wish you'd come some day and lunch with their emissary.

I've been telling Mrs.
March about you, and I want her and the children to see you.

Come over with these things and report." He put his hand on the magazines as he rose.
"I will come," said Lindau, gently.
"Shall I give you your book ?" asked March.
"No; I gidt oap bretty soon." "And--and--can you dress yourself ?" "I vhistle, 'and one of those lidtle fellowss comess.

We haf to dake gare of one another in a blace like this.