So we had to work it--and we managed.
But after three years we'd saved a little money, and we wanted to get a bit more education.

So we sold the land and moved up to Montreal." "How old were the brothers when you took on the farm ?" "Thirteen--and fifteen." "Wonderful!" she exclaimed.

"You must be proud." He laughed out.
"Why, that kind of thing's done every day in this country! You can't idle in Canada." They had turned back towards the train.

In the doorway of the car sat Philip Gaddesden lounging and smoking, enveloped in a fur coat, his knees covered with a magnificent fur rug.

A whisky and soda had just been placed at his right hand.