But all this is worrying me ill.

His heart is so entirely wrapped up in it; he writes a letter to Washington every day, and nobody ever replies.

Ailsa, it almost terrifies me to think what might happen--and he be left out!" "Nothing will happen.

The world is too civilised, dear." "But the papers talk about nothing else! And uncle takes every paper in New York and Brooklyn, and he wants to have the editor of the _Herald_ arrested, and he is very anxious to hang the entire staff of the _Daily News_.

It's all well enough to stand there laughing, but I believe there'll be a war, and then my troubles will begin!" Ailsa, down on her knees again, dabbled thoughtfully in the soil, exploring the masses of matted spider-wort for new shoots.
Camilla looked on, resignedly, her fingers playing with the loosened masses of her glossy black hair.