[…]a delighted shout from the children swung him toward the door again. His sister, Mrs. Gerard, stood there in carriage gown and sables, radiant with surprise. ¶ Phil! You! Exactly like you, Philip, to come strolling in from the antipodes—dear fellow! recovering from the fraternal embrace and holding both lapels of his coat in her gloved hands.

There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.

She won her team's admiration, if not its award, for her performance.

Let us call to mind those days, now twaddlingly called the good old times, when Music lay in its cradle […]