The day's too hot, and that shanty with the drinks is not built yet.' 'Or may never be!' Again he looked at her sleepily.
'Never be! Why not ?' 'Because, Leonard, it may depend on you.' 'All right then.

Drive on! Hurry up the architect and the jerry-builder!' A quick blush leaped to Stephen's cheeks.

The words were full of meaning, though the tone lacked something; but the news was too good.

She could not accept it at once; she decided to herself to wait a short time.
Ere many seconds had passed she rejoiced that she had done so as he went on: 'I hope you'll give me a say before that husband of yours comes along.

He might be a blue-ribbonite; and it wouldn't do to start such a shanty for rot-gut!' Again a cold wave swept over her.