It's the grandest country -- the loveliest land--the purest atmosphere--I can't describe it; no pen can do it justice.

And it's filling up, every day--people coming from everywhere.

I've got the biggest scheme on earth--and I'll take you in; I'll take in every friend I've got that's ever stood by me, for there's enough for all, and to spare.

Mum's the word--don't whisper--keep yourself to yourself.

You'll see! Come! -- rush!--hurry!--don't wait for anything!' "It's the same old boy, Nancy, jest the same old boy--ain't he ?" "Yes, I think there's a little of the old sound about his voice yet.
I suppose you--you'll still go, Si ?" "Go! Well, I should think so, Nancy.