I reckon the weather has a good deal to do with the local temperament.

The reason a New York man takes life so easily with all his rush is that his climate don't worry him.

But a Boston man must be rasped the whole while by the edge in his air.

That accounts for his sharpness; and when he's lived through twenty-five or thirty Boston Mays, he gets to thinking that Providence has some particular use for him, or he wouldn't have survived, and that makes him conceited.

See ?" "I see," said March.