Isn't it _keen_, to have a volcano spouting off right in your front view?
And a fire on the other side, so if you get tired looking at one, you can turn your head and look at the other one.

And for a change, you can watch the lake, or just gaze at the scenery; and say!--does the star spangled banner still wave ?" "She still waves," Jack assented somberly, picking up the wash basin.
Why couldn't he enter the girl's foolery?
He used to be full of it himself, and he used to consider that the natural form of companionship.

He must be getting queer like all other hermits he had ever heard of.

It occurred to him that possibly Marion Rose was not really feather-brained, but that the trouble was in himself, because he was getting a chronic grouch.
He was thinking while he ate.

He had plenty of encouragement for thinking, because Marion herself seemed to be absorbed in her own thoughts.