Well, if this is all that man can do in that time, he had better leave colonization to woman." Clara smiled with an innocent air of half wonder and half amusement, such as you may see on the face of a child when it is shown some new and rather awe-striking marvel of the universe, whether a jack-in-a-box or a comet.
She had only known Aunt Maria for the last four years, and she had not yet got used to her rough-and-ready mannish ways, nor learned to see any sense in her philosophizings.

Looking upon her as a comical character, and supposing that she talked mainly for the fun of the thing, she was disposed to laugh at her doings and sayings, though mostly meant in solemn earnest.
"But about your affairs, my child," continued Aunt Maria, suddenly gripping a fresh subject after her quick and startling fashion.

"I don't understand them.

How is it possible?
Here is a great fortune gone; gone in a moment; gone incomprehensibly.

What does it mean?
Some rascality here.
Some man at the bottom of this." "I presume my relative, Garcia, must be right," commenced Clara.
"No, he isn't," interrupted Aunt Maria.