He could write it out in his kind of Dutch, and we could get Lindau to translate it." "I guess not," said March, dryly.
"Why not?
He'd do it for the cause, wouldn't he?
Suppose you put it up on him the next time you see him." "I don't see Lindau any more," said March.

He added, "I guess he's renounced me along with Mr.Dryfoos's money." "Pshaw! You don't mean he hasn't been round since ?" "He came for a while, but he's left off coming now.

I don't feel particularly gay about it," March said, with some resentment of Fulkerson's grin.

"He's left me in debt to him for lessons to the children." Fulkerson laughed out.

"Well, he is the greatest old fool! Who'd 'a' thought he'd 'a' been in earnest with those 'brincibles' of his?
But I suppose there have to be just such cranks; it takes all kinds to make a world." "There has to be one such crank, it seems," March partially assented.
"One's enough for me." "I reckon this thing is nuts for Lindau, too," said Fulkerson.