"He was talking to manufacturers, you know, a pretty skittish lot anywhere.

It sounded independent, but if you look into it you won't find it gave the cause away any." "The old man's got to think of Quebec, where his fat little majority lives," remarked Bingham, chairman of the most difficult subdivision in the town.

"The Premier of this country drives a team, you know." "Yes," said Lorne, "but he drives it tandem, and Johnny Francois is the second horse." "Maybe so," returned Mr Williams, "but the organ's singing pretty small, too.

Look at this." He picked up the Dominion from the office table and read aloud: "'If Great Britain wishes to do a deal with the colonies she will find them willing to meet her in a spirit of fairness and enthusiasm.

But it is for her to decide, and Canada would be the last to force her bread down the throat of the British labourer at a higher price than he can afford to pay for it.' What's that, my boy?
Is it high-mindedness?
No, sir, it's lukewarmness." "The Dominion makes me sick," said young Murchison.