That unanimity and variety of censure in the morning papers, combined with the attractiveness of the thing itself, has cleared every stand in the city, and now if the favor of the country press doesn't turn the tide against us, our fortune's made." The Marches remained dumb.

"Why, look here! Didn't I tell you those criticisms would be the making of us, when they first began to turn you blue this morning, March ?" "He came home to lunch perfectly sick," said Mrs.Marcli; "and I wouldn't let him go back again." "Didn't I tell you so ?" Fulkerson persisted.
March could not remember that he had, or that he had been anything but incoherently and hysterically jocose over the papers, but he said, "Yes, yes--I think so." "I knew it from the start," said Fulkerson.

"The only other person who took those criticisms in the right spirit was Mother Dryfoos--I've just been bolstering up the Dryfoos family.

She had them read to her by Mrs.
Mandel, and she understood them to be all the most flattering prophecies of success.

Well, I didn't read between the lines to that extent, quite; but I saw that they were going to help us, if there was anything in us, more than anything that could have been done.