I don't know how to describe it.

I imagine myself--" She interrupted, laughing merrily.

"My brother says it always makes him angry, and Ian Stafford calls it 'The Wild Tincture of Time'-- frivolously and sillily says that it comes from a bank whereon the 'wild thyme' grows! But now, I want to ask you many questions.

We have been mentally dancing, while down beyond the Limpopo--" His demeanour instantly changed, and she noted the look cf power and purpose coming into the rather boyish and good-natured, the rash and yet determined, face.

It was not quite handsome.