Mrs.Growler, no doubt, did her best; but Mrs.Growler was old and slow, and the house was full of guests.

It was by no means an idle time; but still Kate found an opportunity to say a word to her sister in the kitchen.
"What do you think of him, Mary ?" To the married sister "him" would naturally mean Harry Heathcote, of whom, as he lay asleep, the young wife thought that he was the very perfection of patriarchal pastoral manliness; but she knew enough of human nature to be aware that the "him" of the moment to her sister was no longer her own husband.

"I think he has got his arm broken fighting for Harry, and that we are bound to do the best we can for him." "Oh yes; that's of course.

I'm sure Harry will feel that.

He used, you know, to--to--that is, not just to like him, because he is a free-selector." "They'll drop all that now.