Why you must both be ill: let me give you each a good dose of medicine." I said this encouragingly, for there was nothing in the world Euphemia liked so much as good substantial physic, and the only thing I ever needed to keep locked up from her was the medicine drawer.
Euphemia seemed touched and grateful, and her face brightened up directly, but Lois looked up with her frightful little face more ugly than usual, as she said, spitefully, "Physic won't make them nasty sheep hold their tongues.

I'm sure _this_ isn't the place for me to find my luck, so I'd rather go, if you please, mem.

I've prospected-up every one o' them gullies and never seen the colour yet, so it ain't any good my stopping." This was quite a fresh light thrown upon the purpose of Lois's long lonely rambles.

She used to be off and away, over the hills whenever she had finished her daily work, and I encouraged her rambles, thinking the fresh air and exercise must do her a world of good.

Never had I guessed that the sordid little puss was turning over every stone in the creek in her search for the shining flakes.
"Why did you think you should find gold here ?" I asked.
"Because they do say it lies in all these mountain streams," she answered sullenly; "and I'm always dreaming of nuggets.