[I]t was enough to send her rattling away again in a cab, through deserts of gritty streets, where many people crowded at the corner of courts and byways to get some air.

I watched them depart, heavy-heartedly. Would I ever see them again?

Nature is not a wayless waste; it is a rich territory, divided, allotted, and fenced with alleys to walk in […]

There they were, the devoted babushkas and dedushkas, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers of Bobby’s companions, lugging their bags, their bulging packages and bundles.