She could feel him falling and lifting through the air, as if he were lying on some force.
"Now I'll die," he said, in a detached, dreamy voice, as though he were the dying motion of the swing.

She watched him, fascinated.

Suddenly he put on the brake and jumped out.
"I've had a long turn," he said.

"But it's a treat of a swing--it's a real treat of a swing!" Miriam was amused that he took a swing so seriously and felt so warmly over it.
"No; you go on," she said.
"Why, don't you want one ?" he asked, astonished.
"Well, not much.

I'll have just a little." She sat down, whilst he kept the bags in place for her.
"It's so ripping!" he said, setting her in motion.