In another second he would have bundled her in without ceremony, but quietly, with no change of countenance, his brother intervened.
"Bertie, behave yourself! Miss Waring, I beg you will do exactly as you like, but please believe that the state of your boots doesn't matter a cent.

I should say the same with absolute honesty if I had to clean the car myself." "I am quite sure I shouldn't in your place," said Dot as she climbed into the car.
Lucas smiled and fished out a spare rug.

"Put it round your shoulders and fold it well over.

You will find it cold when we begin to move.

Are your feet quite warm?
There is a foot-warmer here.