"But it is not my affair," he thought; "it is for Rufus.

It is not _my_ business to speak." Nobody else spoke for a minute.
"What makes him want to send his children here ?" said Mrs.
Landholm without looking up from her work.
"Partly because he knows me, I suppose; and maybe he has heard of you.

Partly because he knows this is just the finest country in the world, and the finest air, and he wants them to run over the hills and pick wild strawberries and drink country milk, and all that sort of thing.

It's just the place for them, as I told him once, I remember." "You told him! -- " "Yes.

He was saying something about not knowing what to do with his girls last winter, and I remember I said to him that he had better send them to me; but I had no more idea of his taking it up, at the time, than I have now of going to Egypt." Mrs.Landholm did not speak.
"You have somewhere you can put them, I suppose ?" "There's nobody in the big bedroom." "Well, do you think you can get along with it?
or will it give you too much trouble ?" "I am afraid they would never be satisfied, Mr.Landholm, with the way we live." "Pho! I'll engage they will.