If he took more than she ordered, she would worry over paying, and if he refused to accept money, she would put that everlasting "why" at him again.

The water-colour paper and paint he could not forego.

He could make a desire to have the moth coloured explain those, he thought.
Then he went to a furniture store and bought several articles, and forgetting his law against haste, he drove Betsy full speed to the river.

He was rather heavily ladened as he went up the bank, and it was only one o'clock.

There was an hour.