Heigh ?" When Fulkerson turned up very early at the office next morning, as March did, he was less strenuous about Dryfoos's fancy for March.

It was as if Miss Woodburn might have blown cold upon that theory, as something unjust to his own merit, for which she would naturally be more jealous than he.
March told him what he had forgotten to tell him the day before, though he had been trying, all through their excited talk, to get it in, that the Dryfooses were going abroad.
"Oh, ho!" cried Fulkerson.

"That's the milk in the cocoanut, is it?
Well, I thought there must be something." But this fact had not changed Mrs.March at all in her conviction that it was Mr.Dryfoos's fancy for her husband which had moved him to make him this extraordinary offer, and she reminded him that it had first been made to him, without regard to Fulkerson.

"And perhaps," she went on, "Mr.Dryfoos has been changed---softened; and doesn't find money all in all any more.

He's had enough to change him, poor old man!" "Does anything from without change us ?" her husband mused aloud.