But he's as proud of her as Punch, anyway.

Why don't you and Mrs.March come round oftener?
Look here! How would it do to have a little excursion, somewhere, after the spring fairly gets in its work ?" "Reporters present ?" "No, no! Nothing of that kind; perfectly sincere and disinterested enjoyment." "Oh, a few handbills to be scattered around: 'Buy Every Other Week,' 'Look out for the next number of "Every Other Week,"' 'Every Other Week at all the news-stands.' Well, I'll talk it over with Mrs.March.

I suppose there's no great hurry." March told his wife of the idyllic mood in which he had left Fulkerson at the widow's door, and she said he must be in love.
"Why, of course! I wonder I didn't think of that.

But Fulkerson is such an impartial admirer of the whole sex that you can't think of his liking one more than another.

I don't know that he showed any unjust partiality, though, in his talk of 'those girls,' as he called them.