I suppose we must regard him as a kind of crank." "Poor young fellow! He always makes me feel sad, somehow.

He has such a pathetic face.

I don't believe I ever saw him look quite happy, except that night at Mrs.Horn's, when he was talking with Miss Vance; and then he made me feel sadder than ever." "I don't envy him the life he leads at home, with those convictions of his.

I don't see why it wouldn't be as tolerable there for old Lindau himself." "Well, now," said Mrs.March, "let us put them all out of our minds and see what we are going to do ourselves." They began to consider their ways and means, and how and where they should live, in view of March's severance of his relations with 'Every Other Week.' They had not saved anything from the first year's salary; they had only prepared to save; and they had nothing solid but their two thousand to count upon.

But they built a future in which they easily lived on that and on what March earned with his pen.