Say it, boy?
What will you do ?" "Kill him," said the boy with fierce promptitude, speaking in the English tongue.
"Ha! yes," replied his father in English, "you bear your mother's face, her golden hair, her eyes of blue--they are not so beautiful--but you have your father's spirit.

You would soon learn to kill in Russia, but in this land you will not kill unless to defend your sister from wrong." His mood swiftly changed.

He paused, looking sadly at his children; then turning to Mrs.Fitzpatrick he said, "They should go to the public school like Simon Ketzel's little girl.

They speak not such good English as she.

She is very clever." "Sure, they must go to school," said she.