My wife's a Bostonian." "She's been a little homesick here, then," said Dryfoos, with a smile of the same quality as his laugh.
"Less than I expected," said March.

"Of course, she was very much attached to our old home." "I guess my wife won't ever get used to New York," said Dryfoos, and he drew in his lower lip with a sharp sigh.

"But my girls like it; they're young.

You never been out our way yet, Mr.March?
Out West ?" "Well, only for the purpose of being born, and brought up.

I used to live in Crawfordsville, and then Indianapolis." "Indianapolis is bound to be a great place," said Dryfoos.