She was a plucky girl to stick to it.

We gave her a good round of applause when she had finished, and the fog-horn joined in and drowned us.

It was the queerest concert experience I ever had.
But we all enjoyed it.

Only we didn't enjoy that noise keeping right on until five o'clock next morning." Jane had turned in her chair, and listened with appreciative interest while the lovely American girl talked, watching, with real delight, her exquisite face and graceful gestures, and thinking how Dal must enjoy looking at her when she talked with so much charm and animation.

She glanced down, trying to see the admiration in his eyes; but his head was bent, and he was apparently absorbed in the occupation of tracing the broguing of her shoes with the long stalk of a chestnut leaf.