Well, well!" "Aren't they really in earnest, then ?" asked Nedda timidly.
"Miss Freeland, this land question is a perfect tragedy.

Bar one or two, they all want to make the omelette without breaking eggs; well, by the time they begin to think of breaking them, mark me--there'll be no eggs to break.

We shall be all park and suburb.

The real men on the land, what few are left, are dumb and helpless; and these fellows here for one reason or another don't mean business--they'll talk and tinker and top-dress--that's all.

Does your father take any interest in this?
He could write something very nice." "He takes interest in everything," said Nedda.