"You regularly make me wish that I had shipped back to American City.

When you go on as you do--" But he really had to hold himself to say it.
"Well, when I go on-- ?" "Why, you make me quite want to ship back myself.

You make me quite feel as if American City would be the best place for us." It made her all too finely vibrate.

"For 'us'-- ?" "For me and Charlotte.

Do you know that if we should ship, it would serve you quite right ?" With which he smiled--oh he smiled! "And if you say much more we WILL ship." Ah, then it was that the cup of her conviction, full to the brim, overflowed at a touch! THERE was his idea, the clearness of which for an instant almost dazzled her.