"Still, I can't help admitting that just now I feel--a little tired--and am commencing to think we should have been better prepared for the struggle had we worked a trifle harder during the recent era of prosperity.

I could wish there were older heads on the shoulders of those who will come after me." Just then Maud Barrington glanced at them, and Dane, who could not remember having heard his leader talk in that fashion before, and could guess his anxieties, was a little touched as he noticed his attempt at sprightliness.

As it happened, one of the lads at the piano commenced a song of dogs and horses that had little to recommend it but the brave young voice.
"They have the right spirit, sir," he said.
"Of course!" said Barrington.

"They are English lads, but I think a little more is required.

Thank God we have not rated the dollar too high, but it is possible we have undervalued its utility, and I fear I have only taught them to be gentlemen." "That is a good deal, sir," Dane said quietly.
"It is.