'Well,' he said, 'the first day they'd shoot every animal on the place; the second day they'd shoot each other.

Universal carnage--I should say that would be about the end of it.' These were trifles, of course--details." Hallin shook his head serenely.
"I still maintain," he said, "that a little practical ingenuity might have found a way." "And I will support you," said Wharton, laying down the paper-knife and bending over to Hallin, "with good reason.

For three years and a few months just such an idea as you describe has been carried out on my own estate, and it has not worked badly at all." "There!" cried Marcella.

"There! I knew something could be done, if there was a will.

I have always felt it." She half turned to Aldous, then bent forward instead as though listening eagerly for what more Wharton might say, her face all alive, and eloquent.
"Of course, there was nothing to shoot!" exclaimed Frank Leven.
"On the contrary," said Wharton, smiling, "we are in the middle of a famous partridge country." "How your neighbours must dote on you!" cried the boy.