It doesn't matter whether it's hot or cold." "With the thermometer twenty below, you'd find that it mattered," Alma persisted.
"Is that the way you feel about St.Barnaby, too, Mrs.Leighton ?" Beaton asked, with affected desolation.
"I shall be glad enough to go back in the summer," Mrs.Leighton conceded.
"And I should be glad to go now," said Beaton, looking at Alma.

He had the dummy of 'Every Other Week' in his hand, and he saw Alma's eyes wandering toward it whenever he glanced at her.

"I should be glad to go anywhere to get out of a job I've undertaken," he continued, to Mrs.Leighton.

"They're going to start some sort of a new illustrated magazine, and they've got me in for their art department.

I'm not fit for it; I'd like to run away.