I won't be cheated out of it by a silly old dad.

Why, here we are, face to face with history!" "American history is good enough for me," he spread-eagled.

"What are you looking at ?" "Provincial to the death!" she said thoughtfully.

"You old dear--I love you so! Some of our statesmen over home are going to look pretty foolish now in the face of things they can't understand, I hope you're not going to be one of them." "Twaddle!" he cried.

"I'm going to the steamship offices to-day and argue as I never argued for a vote." His daughter saw that he was determined; and, wise from long experience, she did not try to dissuade him.
London that hot Monday was a city on the alert, a city of hearts heavy with dread.