I believe, though," he added after a moment; "I believe they do get some help to go to Australia.

But they're mostly no good that goes that way.

The best is them that go for themselves, or their friends help them.

But there's not so many going this year." When we drove away I asked * * if he had made any progress towards a signature of the agreement with the labourer's wife.
"No; she couldn't be got to say yes or no.

I asked her," said * * "what reason they had for imagining that after all these years I would try to do them an injury?
She protested they never thought of such a thing; but she couldn't be brought to say she wished her husband to sign the paper.
It's very odd, indeed." I couldn't help suspecting that the _materfamilias_ was at the bottom of it all, and that she was bent upon going out to America to participate in the prosperity of her two daughters, who were living "like leddies" at * * in Massachusetts.
The incident recalled to me something which happened years ago when I was returning with the Storys from Rome to Boston.