But I've no more power over that there receptacle than a hunlaid hegg, and that's the long and short of it.

I've allus said, and I say it again, 'Them as have charge of the post-office should have the key.'" "When I am made postmaster-general you _shall_ have it," said Lord Newhaven, smiling.

"It is the first reform that I shall bring about." And he nodded to the smiling, apologetic man and trotted on, Dick beside him, who was apparently absorbed in the action of his roan cob.
But Dick's mind had sustained a severe shock.

That Lady Newhaven, "that jolly little woman," the fond mother of those two "jolly little chaps," should have been guilty of an underhand trick, was astonishing to him.
Poor Dick had started life with a religious reverence for woman; had carried out his brittle possession to bush-life in Australia, from thence through two A.D.C.-ships, and, after many vicissitudes, had brought it safely back with a large consignment of his own Burgundy to his native land.

It was still sufficiently intact--save for a chip or two--to make a pretty wedding-present to his future wife.