He has the moving fever, and I am afraid it will have to run its course.

I think," she said, after a moment, "that if I were to formulate a special anathema, it would be, 'May traveling seize you!'" "Or restlessness," suggested John.
"Yes," she said, "that's more accurate, perhaps, but it doesn't sound quite so smart.

Julius is in that state of mind when the only place that seems desirable is somewhere else." "Of course you will have to go," said John mournfully.
"Oh, yes," she replied, with an air of compulsory resignation.

"I shall not only have to go, of course, but I shall probably have to decide where in order to save my mind.

But it will certainly be somewhere, so I might as well be packing my trunks." "And you will be away indefinitely, I suppose ?" "Yes, I imagine so." "Dear me!" John ejaculated in a dismal tone.
They were sitting as described on a former occasion, and the young woman was engaged upon the second (perhaps the third, or even the fourth) of the set of doilies to which she had committed herself.