And I'm very glad he did--very glad indeed.

I meant he should, though I didn't suppose with his unconscionable nerve it would bother him in the least.

If a man's sufficiently erratic to blow a tin whistle all the way to Florida--as Philip certainly is--and maroon himself on somebody else's lake for fear he'd miss an acquaintance, he'd very likely fly into a rage when one least expected it and go tramping off in the night.

I do dislike people who fall into huffs about nothing." Diane burned her fingers again, felt that the fire was unnecessarily hot upon her face, and indignantly resigning the preparation of breakfast to Johnny, went fishing.
"He should have gone long ago," mused Diane, flinging her line with considerable force into the river.

"It's a great mercy as it is that Aunt Agatha didn't appear and weep all over the camp about him.