But what can you expect ?--I was just like you at your age.
Come, now, what shall we do first ?" The young fellow rose and a smile of intense relief crept over his face.
He had had many such overhaulings from his uncle, and always with this ending.

Whenever St.George let out one of those big, spontaneous, bubbling laughs straight from his heart, the trouble, no matter how serious, was over.

What some men gained by anger and invective St.
George gained by good humor, ranging from the faint smile of toleration to the roar of merriment.

One reason why he had so few enemies--none, practically--was that he could invariably disarm an adversary with a laugh.

It was a fine old blade that he wielded; only a few times in his life had he been called upon to use any other--when some under-dog was maltreated, or his own good name or that of a friend was traduced, or some wrong had to be righted--then his face would become as hot steel and there would belch out a flame of denunciation that would scorch and blind in its intensity.