We're goin' to Paris." "Oh! That will be interesting to the young ladies." "Yes.

I reckon we're goin' for them.

'Tain't likely my wife and me would want to pull up stakes at our age," said the old man, sorrowfully.
"But you may find it do you good, Mr.Dryfoos," said March, with a kindness that was real, mixed as it was with the selfish interest he now had in the intended voyage.
"Well, maybe, maybe," sighed the old man; and he dropped his head forward.

"It don't make a great deal of difference what we do or we don't do, for the few years left." "I hope Mrs.Dryfoos is as well as usual," said March, finding the ground delicate and difficult.
"Middlin', middlin'," said the old man.

"My daughter Christine, she ain't very well." "Oh," said March.