He makes the boys pay the taxes, and ko-tow, and help with his work; he keeps them under control; but the land is theirs; none of the girls get a penny's worth of it!" George Holt cleared his face with an effort.
"Well, we are no worse off than the rest of them, then," he said, trying to speak naturally and cheerfully.

"But don't you ever believe it! Little old Georgie will sleep with this in his night cap awhile, and it's a problem he will solve if he works himself to death on it." "But that is Father's affair," said Kate.

"You had best turn your efforts, and lie awake nights thinking how to make enough money to buy some land for us, yourself." "Certainly! Certainly! I see myself doing it!" laughed George Holt.
"And now, knowing how you feel, and feeling none to good myself, we are going to take a few days off and go upstream, fishing.

I'll take a pack of comforts to sleep on, and the tackle and some food, and we will forget the whole bunch and go have a good time.

There's a place, not so far away, where I have camped beside a spring since I was a little shaver, and it's quiet and cool.