I have a brother who travels in the Orient, and he tells me about hideous things they do--raising wheat and things," she vaguely concluded.
"Ah!" said St.George quickly, "you have a brother--in the Orient ?" "Oh, yes.

My brother Otho has traveled abroad I don't know how many years.

We have a great many stamps.

I can't begin to pronounce all the names," the lady assured him.
"And this brother--is he your niece, Miss Holland's father ?" St.
George asked eagerly.
"Certainly," said Mrs.Hastings severely; "I have only one brother, and it has been three years since I have seen him." "Pardon me, Mrs.Hastings," said St.George, "this may be most important.

Will you tell me when you last heard from him and where he was ?" "I should have to look up the place," she answered, "I couldn't begin to pronounce the name, I dare say.