"We shall hurry, but it is not good to go hungry.

Milk is outside in a cupboard.

It is quicker than to make coffee." "It will be dark before we can get him home," said Lorraine uneasily.
"And by the time a doctor can get out there----" "A doctor will be there, I think.

You don't believe, but that is no difference to his coming just the same." He brought the milk, poured off the creamy top into a pitcher, stirred it, and quietly insisted that she drink two glasses.

Lorraine observed that Swan himself ate very little, bolting down a biscuit in great mouthfuls while he carried a mattress and blankets out to spread in the wagon.