"God never intended gold in the rocks to be made into heathen candlesticks and crucifixens.
That's why he sent 'Merrikans here.

Nater never intended such a climate for lazy lopers.

She never gin six months' sunshine to be slept and smoked away." How long he continued and with what further illustration I could not say, for I took an early opportunity to escape to the sitting-room.

I was soon followed by George, who called me to an open door leading to a smaller room, and pointed to a bed.
"You'd better sleep there tonight," he said; "you'll be more comfortable, and I'll call you early." I thanked him, and would have asked him several questions which were then troubling me, but he shyly slipped to the door and vanished.
A shadow seemed to fall on the room when he had gone.

The "boys" returned, one by one, and shuffled to their old places.