"I had forgotten." She shook her fair head in wonder at the industry of her visitor.

"I can't think how you manage it all.

Oh, you must need a holiday." Thresk laughed.
"I am thirty-six, so I have a year or two still in front of me before I have the right to break down.

I'll save up my holidays for my old age." "But you are not married," cried Mrs.Carruthers.

"You can't do that.