Her demonstrations suggested the violent waving of some flag of general truce--white silk with fluttering streamers.
"You'll believe I'm glad to see you when I tell you it's only because I knew you were to be here that I came myself.

I don't come and see my brother--I make him come and see me.

This hill of his is impossible--I don't see what possesses him.

Really, Osmond, you'll be the ruin of my horses some day, and if it hurts them you'll have to give me another pair.

I heard them wheezing to-day; I assure you I did.