He would let her down lightly, he told himself, and grinned as he said it.

She was right.

He was only a nice boy, and that was because he had had the inestimable luck to possess a mother who was one in a million.
The rather pretentious but extremely civilized house that stood alone in all its glory between the sea and the sixth hole was blazing with lights as they returned to it.

The color had gone out of the sky and other twinkling eyes had appeared, and the breeze, now off the sea, had a sting to it.

Toad soloists were trying their voices for their evening concert in near-by water and crickets were at work with all their well-known enthusiasm.