The enormous drill-floor, cleared as if by magic from the disorderly weed-growth which had encumbered it, began to make manifest its proper crop long lines of gray and white, like sprouting sage, at first but a dot here and there, to indicate the direction, then a scattering, then distinct clumps, finally a thick, serried row.
"Precisely like an army of ants and every one of them with an uncle or two, and a round dozen of nephews and nieces!" said Mrs. Wynyard. She and the Rathbawne girls were looking down upon the drill-floor from the balcony of the Colonel's room.
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