Her hair was a warm brown, clustering low on a smooth forehead; nose and lips and chin were firmly molded.
"Yes," he answered candidly; "I'm feeling the strangeness of the country, and I've an idea that both George and I may need friends in it.

It strikes me that you and your father would prove useful ones." "Well," she said, "he's sometimes called hard, and he's a little prejudiced on certain points, but he can be very staunch to those he takes a liking to." "I believe," Edgar rejoined, "that also applies to you; I don't mean the first of it." Flora changed the subject.
"I gather that you're not favorably impressed with the place." "I'm not.

If I had to farm it, I'd feel scared; and I don't think George is happy.

It's hard to understand how Marston let it get into such a state." "He was unfitted for the work, and he was further handicapped." "How ?" Edgar asked.
"You may have noticed that while economy ruled outside, the house is remarkably well furnished.

The money Marston spent in Winnipeg stores should have gone into the land." Edgar nodded; he did not agree with George's opinion of Sylvia.
"You don't seem to approve of the way Mrs.Marston managed things.
It's rather curious.