Then they found gold, and that brought up a dozen ways of making money, all of 'em better than digging.

Why, ma'am, I made ten thousand pounds by selling the beastliest lemonade you ever tasted for gold-dust at the mines.

That was a good swop, wasn't it?
So now I'm come home to see if I can stand the Old Country and its ways; and I'm going to see the old folk.

I haven't heard a word about them this twenty years." "Oh, dear, sir," said the meek woman, "twenty years is a long time.

I hope you won't find them dead an' buried." "Don't say that; don't say that!" And the tough, rough man showed a grain of feeling.