"We've made a great mistake not to let Mr.Yellow Press in on this.

Save us! What headlines!" "Not much!" said Terry grimly.

"This is our party.

We're going to find that place alone." "What are you going to do with it when you do find it--if you do ?" Jeff asked mildly.
Jeff was a tender soul.

I think he thought that country--if there was one--was just blossoming with roses and babies and canaries and tidies, and all that sort of thing.
And Terry, in his secret heart, had visions of a sort of sublimated summer resort--just Girls and Girls and Girls--and that he was going to be--well, Terry was popular among women even when there were other men around, and it's not to be wondered at that he had pleasant dreams of what might happen.