You mustn't drift.' 'The number of drifting American women one sees over here!' Miss Buckston ejaculated; to which Franklin cheerfully replied: 'Oh, we'll work them all in; they are of use to us in their own way, though they often don't know it.

They are learning a lot; they are getting equipped.
The country will get the good of it some day.

Look at Althea, for instance.

You might say she drifted, but she's been a hard scholar; I know it; all she needs now is to get harnessed.' It was not lover-like talk; yet what talk, in its very impartiality, could from a lover be more gratifying?
Althea again glanced at Helen, but Helen again seemed to slumber.

Her face in repose had a look of discontent and sorrow, and Franklin's eyes, following her own, no doubt recognised what she did.