"Dancing.

Well she might be at home dancing, for all me! Why couldn't she just write you a little friendly note, or let Dora do it?
It's that Ormiston case," she went on shrewdly.
"They know you're taking a lot of trouble about it.

And the least they could do, too." Lorne sat down on the edge of the verandah with his hands in his trousers pockets, and stuck his long legs out in front of him.

"Oh, I don't know," he said.

"They have the name of being nifty, but I haven't got anything against the Milburns." "Name!" ejaculated Mrs Murchison.