Somehow material needs never seemed to suggest themselves to the Dean.

Blessed with absolute self-reliance from his boyhood, he had educated and made a success of himself, and he could not understand how any one could falter or repine in the race.

Particularly, if Nature had granted them any precious ratio of Peabody blood.
"Do you know, brother," began Miss Daphne, in the bright, abrupt little way she had, "I think it would be the right thing if we took one of the Robbins' children.

There are four or five of them----" "Boys or girls ?" interrupted the Dean.
"Well, now I'm not quite sure, but if my memory serves me, I think there's a boy amongst them.

I know the eldest girl is named Jean Daphne, because I've always sent her a silver spoon on her birthday since she was born.
They're all of them over ten, I am sure.