"It does seem a pity you could not have made a clean sweep of them like Captain Cathie did, Kenneth," said she.
"Well, you see, we couldn't kill them in cold blood, Aunt Jannet."
"And now you've got them alive in cold blood what on earth are you going to do with them?"
"I see nothing for it but shipping them off home as soon as they are fit to travel. What do you say, Cathie?"
"I suppose there's nothing else for it," said Cathie gloomily. "We don't want them here, and yet I'm loth to turn them loose."
"I don't think they'll ever come back, after the reception they had this time."
"I don't know that they will, but they'll be at the same game somewhere else. I look on them as I do on mad dogs—best got rid of."
"Right!" said Aunt Jannet with emphasis.
"The trouble is that men are not dogs, you see——"
"That they're not. Dogs are mostly honest and good to look at," said Aunt Jannet again.