As the automobile passed them he offered his arm.

"May I show you to the fire?
These spring nights are chilly." "'Chilly!' Demnition cold is what they are! I'm frozen to the bone! This will be the end of us both! Dragging people of our age around at this hour of night.

Of all the accursed stubbornness!" "There are three low steps," said the Harvester, "now a straight stretch of walk, now two steps; there you are on the level.

Here is an easy chair.

It would be better to leave on your coat, until I light the fire." He knelt and scratched a match, and almost instantly a flame sprang from the heap of dry kindling, and began to wrap around the big logs.
"How pretty!" exclaimed a soft voice.
"Kind of a hunting lodge in the wilds, is it ?" growled a rough one.
"Marcella, you will take your death here!" "I'm sure I feel no exposure.