My uncle is so strong when he is once set, and he is so funny about that Bank.

But a boy is worth more than a Bank, if he IS a fool; besides, there is his sister.
Good-night.

Thanks for letting me help.

I have little hope, but to-morrow I shall see Sir Archibald, and--and his pigs." It was still in the early forenoon of the following day when Miss Brodie greeted her uncle as he was about to start upon his round of the pastures and pens where the Wiltshires of various ages and sizes and sexes were kept.

With the utmost enthusiasm Miss Brodie entered into his admiration of them all, from the lordly prize tusker to the great mother lying broadside on in grunting and supreme content, every grunt eloquent of happiness and maternal love and pride, to allow her week-old brood to prod and punch her luxuriant dugs for their breakfast.
By the time they had made their rounds Sir Archibald had arrived at his most comfortable and complacent mood.