"I don't know as I feel much like changing our way of living."

"Guess we could live there pretty much as we live here.
There's all kinds of people on Beacon Street; you mustn't
think they're all big-bugs. I know one party that lives in a
house he built to sell, and his wife don't keep any girl.
You can have just as much style there as you want, or just
as little. I guess we live as well as most of 'em now,
and set as good a table. And if you come to style,
I don't know as anybody has got more of a right to put it
on than what we have."

"Well, I don't want to build on Beacon Street, Si,"
said Mrs. Lapham gently.

"Just as you please, Persis. I ain't in any hurry to leave."

Mrs. Lapham stood flapping the cheque which she held
in her right hand against the edge of her left.

The Colonel still sat looking up at her face, and watching
the effect of the poison of ambition which he had artfully
instilled into her mind.

She sighed again--a yielding sigh. "What are you going
to do this afternoon?"

"I'm going to take a turn on the Brighton road,"
said the Colonel.