"This will be just the thing." Barry followed her a few steps down into the long, stone-flagged cellar.
"Splendid! This is the very thing," he cried enthusiastically.

"You are really the most wonderful person." "Now get your stuff in here," she ordered.

"But what will you do for wood?
There is always water," she added, "in some tanks further on.
Come, I'll show you." Barry followed her in growing amazement and admiration at her prompt efficiency.
"Now then, there are your tanks," she said.

"As for wood, I don't know what you will do, but there is a garden paling a little further on, and, of course--" "Don't worry about that," said Barry.
"I won't," with a gay laugh; "I know you Canadians, you see." Together they returned to the car.
Before she mounted to her seat she turned to Barry, and offered him her hand and said: "I think it is perfectly ripping that we were introduced in this way.

Though I don't know your name yet," she added shyly.
"Awfully stupid of me," said Barry, and he gave her his name, adding that of the regiment, and his rank.
"Good-bye, then," she said, climbing into her car, and starting her engine.
"But," said Barry, "I must see you safely back." She laughed a scornful but, as Barry thought, a most delicious little laugh.
"Nonsense! We don't do that sort of thing here, you know.