The strong ones lived--the others died.

What you call survival of the fittest--a most excellent plan, I daresay, if you've thirteen children!" "And all this going on in the heart of England, in the nineteenth century!" Mr.Flushing exclaimed, turning to Helen.
"I'd treat my children just the same if I had any," said Mrs.Flushing.
Every word sounded quite distinctly in Terence's ears; but what were they saying, and who were they talking to, and who were they, these fantastic people, detached somewhere high up in the air?
Now that they had drunk their tea, they rose and leant over the bow of the boat.

The sun was going down, and the water was dark and crimson.

The river had widened again, and they were passing a little island set like a dark wedge in the middle of the stream.

Two great white birds with red lights on them stood there on stilt-like legs, and the beach of the island was unmarked, save by the skeleton print of birds' feet.