"No," she said, after a long pause, "I do not possess the power of

detachment
"No," she said, after a long pause, "I do not possess the power of
detachment. It"s just that I don"t mix well. Have you read Robert
Service"s poem about the men that don"t fit in?"

At last, late in the autumn, one cool afternoon, Jonas asked Rollo to go

down with him and help him pile up the bushes in heaps, for he was going
to burn them that evening
At last, late in the autumn, one cool afternoon, Jonas asked Rollo to go
down with him and help him pile up the bushes in heaps, for he was going
to burn them that evening. Rollo wanted very much that his cousins James
and Lucy should see the fires; and so he asked his mother to let him go
and ask them to come and take tea there that night, and go out with them
in the evening to the burning. She consented, and Rollo went. Lucy
promised to come just before tea-time, and James came then, with Rollo,
to help him pile the bushes up.

He kicked at a twig that lay in his path, and recalled the wonderful

regiments that he had seen march past the Kaiser only three months ago
He kicked at a twig that lay in his path, and recalled the wonderful
regiments that he had seen march past the Kaiser only three months ago.
Who was going to stop that mighty empire? Effeminate France? Insular,
ease-loving England?