In his pocket was a gift of rare beauty, even if you couldn't run railway trains by it.

And pretty things made a child of her.
Baird shook hands with him warmly at parting.

"It'll be a week yet before we start on the new piece.

Have a good time.

Oh, yes, and drop around some time next week if there's any little thing you want to talk over--or maybe you don't understand." He wondered if this were a veiled reference to the piece about to be shown.