"Very nice," he said, and sat down on the seat, tilting his hat back and feeling very happy indeed.
Nancy also was very happy.

There, in front of her, was the delightful pile of earth and sand untouched, it seemed.

In an instant, regardless of her frock, she was down upon her knees.
"I ought to have a spade," she said.
"You'll make yourself dreadfully dirty, Nancy.

Your beautiful frock----" But he had nevertheless the feeling that, after all, he had paid for it, and if he hadn't the right to see it ruined, who had?
"Oh!" she murmured with the ecstasy of one who has abandoned herself, freely and with a glad heart, to all the vices.

She dug her hands into the mire, she scattered it about her, she scooped and delved and excavated.