Don't miss another such chance." "We shall need another bag if we keep on buying books at this rate," said his wife with tranquil irrelevance; and not to give him time for protest; she pushed him into a shop where the valises in the window perhaps suggested her thought.

March made haste to forestall her there by saying they were Americans, but the mistress of the shop seemed to have her misgivings, and "Born Americans, perhaps ?" she ventured.

She had probably never met any but the naturalized sort, and supposed these were the only sort.

March re-assured her, and then she said she had a son living in Jersey City, and she made March take his address that he might tell him he had seen his mother; she had apparently no conception what a great way Jersey City is from New York.
Mrs.March would not take his arm when they came out.

"Now, that is what I never can get used to in you, Basil, and I've tried to palliate it for twenty-seven years.