Even at that distance, by listening closely, he could make out a phrase or so of Dvorak's "Hiawatha" music from the "New World Symphony." Milo's loud laugh broke in on his audition and on the suddenly rapt look upon Roke's bruised face.
"Come along!" said Standish, leading the way toward the house.
"Music's a fine thing, I'm told.

But it doesn't spray a grapefruit orchard or keep the scale off of mango trees.

Come up to the house.

I want to show you over the island and have a chat with you about the job I have in mind." As Milo strode on the two others fell in step behind him.
Brice lowered his voice and said to the sulking Roke: "That collie belongs to Mr.Standish.

I did you a good turn it seems by keeping you from stealing him.