Just give me the immortal Livy, will you?
Thanks.

And you might put that tray out of the way somewhere and shove the drop-light a bit nearer.

That's better.

I'll be all right now; you run along." "Run along where ?" asked Paul.
"Well, I thought maybe you were going out or--somewhere." Paul's face expressed astonishment.

He took up a book and settled himself firmly in the wicker rocking-chair.
"No," he said, "I'm not going anywhere." Neil studied in silence a while, and Paul turned several pages of his book.