"I hope we are young enough yet, Basil," she said, and she would not have it when he said they had once been younger.
They heard the children's knock on the door; they knocked when they came home from school so that their mother might let them in.

"Shall we tell them at once ?" she asked, and ran to open for them before March could answer.
They were not alone.

Fulkerson, smiling from ear to ear, was with them.
"Is March in ?" he asked.
"Mr.March is at home, yes," she said very haughtily.

"He's in his study," and she led the way there, while the children went to their rooms.
"Well, March," Fulkerson called out at sight of him, "it's all right! The old man has come down." "I suppose if you gentlemen are going to talk business--" Mrs.March began.
"Oh, we don't want you to go away," said Fulkerson.

"I reckon March has told you, anyway." "Yes, I've told her," said March.