looked her over critically. "But ye cud 'a' stood a bit more flesh,
I'm thinkin'."

"No, no," she denied. "Not at twenty, Matt, not at twenty. Feel my
arm, you'll see." She doubled that member till the biceps knotted.

"'Tis muscle," he admitted, passing his hand admiringly over the
swelling bunch; "just as though ye'd been workin' hard for yer livin'."

"Oh, I can swing clubs, and box, and fence," she cried, successively
striking the typical postures; "and swim, and make high dives, chin a
bar twenty times, and--and walk on my hands. There!"

"Is that what ye've been doin'? I thought ye wint away for
book-larnin'," he commented, dryly.

"But they have new ways of teaching, now, Matt, and they don't turn you
out with your head crammed--"

"An' yer legs that spindly they can't carry it all! Well, an' I
forgive ye yer muscle."

"But how about yourself, Matt?" Frona asked. "How has the world been
to you these twelve years?"

"Behold!" He spread his legs apart, threw his head back, and his chest
out. "Ye now behold Mister Matthew McCarthy, a king iv the noble
Eldorado Dynasty by the strength iv his own right arm. Me possessions
is limitless. I have more dust in wan minute than iver I saw in all me
life before. Me intintion for makin' this trip to the States is to