He followed a furrow the next day, softly muttering over to himself: "Langs have gone to town.

I have gone to work.

The birds have gone to building nests." So Adam seldom said: "have went," or made any other error in speech that Agatha had once corrected.
As Kate watched him leaning back in his chair, vital, a study in well-being, the supremest kind of satisfaction on his face, she noted the flash that lighted his eye when Agatha offered to "freeze a custard." How like Agatha! Any other woman Kate knew would have said, "make ice cream." Agatha explained to them that when they beat up eggs, added milk, sugar, and corn-starch it was custard.

When they used pure cream, sweetened and frozen, it was iced cream.

Personally, she preferred the custard, but she did not propose to call it custard cream.