This town is just running over with half-starved linguists.

What did you say ?" "What did I say ?" March echoed.

"Look here, Fulkerson; you may regard this as a joke, but I don't.

I'm not used to being spoken to as if I were the foreman of a shop, and told to discharge a sensitive and cultivated man like Lindau, as if he were a drunken mechanic; and if that's your idea of me--" "Oh, hello, now, March! You mustn't mind the old man's way.

He don't mean anything by it--he don't know any better, if you come to that." "Then I know better," said March.