'Tell me, are you happy ?'" I asked.
"He ordered the cabman to drive on, and went away swearing horribly.

And he didn't give me the dime, much less the home and stock; so you see, my dear, your father's street-arab career is beset with disappointments." And so it was that father kept on at our Pell Street quarters, while Ernest and I went to Washington.

Except for the final consummation, the old order had passed away, and the final consummation was nearer than I dreamed.

Contrary to our expectation, no obstacles were raised to prevent the socialist Congressmen from taking their seats.

Everything went smoothly, and I laughed at Ernest when he looked upon the very smoothness as something ominous.
We found our socialist comrades confident, optimistic of their strength and of the things they would accomplish.