Explore "Babbitt" by Sinclair Lewis on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
CHAPTER I
The summer before, Mrs. Babbitt's letters had crackled with desire to return to Zenith. Now they said nothing of returning, but a wistful "I suppose everything is going on all right without me" among her dry chronicles of weather and sicknesses hinted to Babbitt that he hadn't been very urgent about her coming. He worried it: