There was a family crest and motto on the latter, for the Roses since coming to the colony had discovered that they were of distinguished lineage.

Old Rose himself, an honest English farmer, knew nothing of his noble descent; but his wife and daughter knew--especially his daughter.

There were Roses in England who kept a park and dated from the Conquest.

So the colonial "Rose Farm" became "Rose Manor" in remembrance of the ancestral domain, and the claim of the Roses to noble blood was established--in their own minds at least.
Gregory took up one of the white, crested sheets; but on deeper reflection he determined to take a pink one, as more suitable to the state of his feelings.

He began: "Kopje Alone, "Monday afternoon.
"My Dear Jemima--" Then he looked up into the little glass opposite.