"He is a crank, and I think you're well rid of him.

Now you have no quarrel with that horrid old Dryfoos, and you can keep right on." "Yes," said March, "I wish it didn't make me feel so sneaking.

What a long day it's been! It seems like a century since I got up." "Yes, a thousand years.

Is there anything else left to happen ?" "I hope not.

I'd like to go to bed." "Why, aren't you going to the theatre ?" wailed Bella, coming in upon her father's desperate expression.
"The theatre?
Oh yes, certainly! I meant after we got home," and March amused himself at the puzzled countenance of the child.