There were some meagre New York stock-market quotations in the papers; a paragraph in fine print announced the lynching of a negro in Alabama; another recorded a coal-mining strike in Pennsylvania.
"I always have to get used to it over again," said Kenby.

"This is the twentieth time I have been across, and I'm just as much astonished as I was the first, to find out that they don't want to know anything about us here." "Oh," said March, "curiosity and the weather both come from the west.
San Francisco wants to know about Denver, Denver about Chicago, Chicago about New York, and New York about London; but curiosity never travels the other way any more than a hot wave or a cold wave." "Ah, but London doesn't care a rap about Vienna," said Kenby.
"Well, some pressures give out before they reach the coast, on our own side.

It isn't an infallible analogy." Triscoe was fiercely chewing a morsel, as if in haste to take part in the discussion.

He gulped it, and broke out.

"Why should they care about us, anyway ?" March lightly ventured, "Oh, men and brothers, you know." "That isn't sufficient ground.