Doukhobors won't fight." "Tell me," cried his sister, her face aglow--"but no, I don't want to hear about it.

Did you--how did you beat him?
But you should not fight so, Kalman." In spite of herself she could not avoid showing her interest in the fight and her pride in her fighting brother.
"Why not ?" said her brother; "it is right to fight for your rights, and if they bother me or try to crowd me off, I will fight till I die." But Irma shook her head at him.
"Well, never mind just now," she cried.

"Listen to the noise.
That is Jacob singing; isn't it awful?
Are you going in ?" "Yes, I am.

Here is my money, Irma, and that is for--that brute.
Give it to Paulina for him.

I can hardly keep my knife out of him.
Some day--" The boy closed his lips hard.
"No, no, Kalman," implored his sister, "that must not be, not now nor ever.