Buckets of it.

Hurry up, Harry." The boy, triumphant at being in favor, swung away, and Joan flung her crop on to a cane sofa.

"Where's everybody ?" she asked.
"What's it matter," said Hosack.

"Sit here and talk to me for a change.
I've hardly had a word with you all day." He caught her hand and drew her into the swinging hammock.

"What a pretty thing you are," he added, with a catch in his breath.