"Can you ?" Tootles nodded.

Devon--Heaven.

How perfectly the words rhymed.
"You couldn't keep us away with a stick," said Irene.

This was the way things should go.

Also, the jovial, fat person with the roving eyes might brighten things considerably for her.
"Great work!" Said Howard.
And then, taking Tootle's arm and breaking into enthusiastic details of the sailing trip, Martin led the way up to the cottage among the firs.
It was good to have been able to put little Tootles into spirits again.
Howard followed with Irene.