"I happen to remember one winter day coming upon this young lady in these very woods driving her team and hauling logs to the dump while Sam and Joe did the cutting.
Ask the boys there?
And why shouldn't she ?" continued Mrs.Waring-Gaunt.
"She can run a farm, with garden, pigs and poultry thrown in; open a coal mine and--" "Nonsense!" exclaimed Nora, "the boys here do it all.

Mother furnishes the head work." "Oh, Nora!" protested Kathleen, "you know you manage everything.

Isn't that true, boys ?" "She's the hull works herself," said Sam.

"Ain't she, Joe ?" "You bet yeh," said Joe, husky with the muffles.
"She's a corker," continued Sam, "double compressed, compensating, forty horsepower, ain't she, Joe ?" "You bet yeh!" adding, for purpose of emphasis, "By gar!" "Six cylinder, self-starter," continued Sam with increasing enthusiasm.
"Self-starter," echoed Joe, going off into a series of choking chuckles.
"Sure t'ing, by gar!" Joe, having safely disposed of the muffles, gave himself up to unrestrained laughter, throwing back his head, slapping his knees and repeating at intervals, "Self-starter, by gar!" So infectious was his laughter that the whole company joined in.
"Cut it out, boys," said Nora.

"You are all talking rot, you know; and what about you," she added, turning swiftly upon her sister.