'Good,' says she; 'you bring your _Emily_ along with me and you'll get seventy-five.' You know that big ship's anchor and chain piled up behind the coal-sheds?
She was just buying that when I left.
She's certainly a hustler, that little girl of yours." "She is my partner," Sheldon corrected.
"Well, she's a good one, that's all, and a cool one.

My word! a white woman on Malaita, and at Poonga-Poonga of all places! Oh, I forgot to tell you--she palavered Burnett into lending her eight rifles for her men, and three cases of dynamite.

You'd laugh to see the way she makes that Guvutu gang stand around.

And to see them being polite and trying to give advice! Lord, Lord, man, that little girl's a wonder, a marvel, a--a--a catastrophe.

That's what she is, a catastrophe.