“That the British can lick all creation, and we can lick the British,” said Mr Snow.
“Any crisis involving a trial of strength, would prove our superiority,” said Mr Foster, taking a new start.
“That’s been proved already,” said Mr Snow, watching the sparkle in Graeme’s eye. She laughed merrily.
“No, Mr Snow. They may fight it out without me to-night.”
“I am glad you are growing prudent. Mrs Nasmyth, you wouldn’t believe how angry she was with me one night.”
“Angry!” repeated Graeme. “Ask Celestia.”
“Well, I guess I shouldn’t have much chance between Celestia and you. But I said then, and I say now, you’ll make a first-rate Yankee girl yourself before seven years.”
“A Yankee!” repeated her brothers.
“A Yankee,” echoed Menie.
“Hush, Menie. Mr Snow is laughing at us,” said Graeme.