Now there's no telling how long he'll be stuck in that hospital--and WON'T he hate it! But if it's only his leg it's not so bad." All the time she was getting ready.

Hurriedly taking off her bodice, she crouched at the boiler while the water ran slowly into her lading-can.
"I wish this boiler was at the bottom of the sea!" she exclaimed, wriggling the handle impatiently.

She had very handsome, strong arms, rather surprising on a smallish woman.
Paul cleared away, put on the kettle, and set the table.
"There isn't a train till four-twenty," he said.

"You've time enough." "Oh no, I haven't!" she cried, blinking at him over the towel as she wiped her face.
"Yes, you have.

You must drink a cup of tea at any rate.