He calls them 'natives,' that's all.

It looks to me as though the bow-wows will get the old man's millions.

I don't see how anything short of Providence can alter the situation." Mr.Bowen looked out over the house-tops and Mr.Hare laughed softly under his breath.
"Thank heaven, Bowen, he names you as executor, not me." "I shall decline to serve.

It's an impossible situation, Hare.

In the first place, Skaggs was not an intimate friend of mine.