I shall go out about two o'clock and everyone must keep away until I send word that they may go back to their work." "Very good, sir," replied Mr.Roach, much relieved to hear that the oaks might remain and that the orchards were safe.

"Mary," said Colin, turning to her, "what is that thing you say in India when you have finished talking and want people to go ?" "You say, 'You have my permission to go,'" answered Mary.
The Rajah waved his hand.
"You have my permission to go, Roach," he said.

"But, remember, this is very important." "Caw--Caw!" remarked the crow hoarsely but not impolitely.
"Very good, sir.

Thank you, sir," said Mr.Roach, and Mrs.Medlock took him out of the room.
Outside in the corridor, being a rather good-natured man, he smiled until he almost laughed.
"My word!" he said, "he's got a fine lordly way with him, hasn't he?
You'd think he was a whole Royal Family rolled into one--Prince Consort and all.".
"Eh!" protested Mrs.Medlock, "we've had to let him trample all over every one of us ever since he had feet and he thinks that's what folks was born for." "Perhaps he'll grow out of it, if he lives," suggested Mr.Roach.
"Well, there's one thing pretty sure," said Mrs.Medlock.

"If he does live and that Indian child stays here I'll warrant she teaches him that the whole orange does not belong to him, as Susan Sowerby says.