He could have counted the freckles bridging her nose.

The sunburn on her cheeks was very visible; there was something arresting in the depth of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the lithe slenderness of her young body; she gave the effect of something smoldering inside that would leap at a breath.
"I was not thinking of Miss Whiting," he said soberly.
Henry Anderson was watching.

Now he turned his back and commenced talking about plans, but in his heart he said: "So that's the lay of the land.

You've got to hustle yourself, Henry, or you won't have the ghost of a show." Later, when they motored down the valley and stopped at the Strong residence, Peter refused to be monopolized by Eileen.

He climbed the two flights of stairs with Henry Anderson and Linda and exhausted his fund of suggestions as to what could be done to that empty billiard room to make an attractive study of it.