CHAPTER XXXVII.
ABEL NEWT, _vice_ SLIGO MOULTRIE REMOVED.
The Plumers were at Bunker's.

The gay, good-hearted Grace, full of fun and flirtation, vowed that New York was life, and all the rest of the world death.
"You do not compliment the South very much," said Sligo Moultrie, smiling.
"Oh no! The South is home, and we don't compliment relations, you know," returned Miss Grace.
"Yes, thank Heaven! the South _is_ home, Miss Grace.

New York is like a foreign city.

The tumult is fearful; yet it is only a sea-port after all.
It has no metropolitan repose.

It never can have.