He had seen Soames the night before--Soames had said it was bound to come.

This old Kruger was in his dotage--why, he must be seventy-five if he was a day! (Nicholas was eighty-two.) What had Timothy said?
He had had a fit after Majuba.

These Boers were a grasping lot! The dark-haired Francie, who had arrived on his heels, with the contradictious touch which became the free spirit of a daughter of Roger, chimed in: "Kettle and pot, Uncle Nicholas.

What price the Uitlanders ?" What price, indeed! A new expression, and believed to be due to her brother George.
Aunt Juley thought Francie ought not to say such a thing.

Dear Mrs.
MacAnder's boy, Charlie MacAnder, was one, and no one could call him grasping.