It lasted but a moment.

His memory threw up a home for the friendless, and upon a background of hunger, squalor and wretchedness his fancy flashed the picture of an Italian hag, crooning and toothless.
"We'll turn into Michigan here," said the merchant.

"Isn't this a great thoroughfare?
Yonder is where we lived before we built our new house.

Just think what this will be when these elms are old." They sped along the smooth drive.

"Ho, boys! Business is creeping out this way, and that is the reason I got over on Prairie.