"Now there's room; I was pulling out the indicator diagrams," he added.
"Won't you take off your coat, Miss Hyslop, and try Mike's doughnuts ?" The little room was hot, and when Barbara hung up her furs she noted the other girl's appraising glance.

Miss Grant poured some black tea from a big cracked pot and pushed across a tin of condensed milk and a plate of greasy buns.

When Barbara picked one up and looked at it doubtfully Robertson opened a drawer.
"We pull ours in two, but I expect you'd like a knife," he said.
He found a knife, which he rubbed on the table-cloth.

"I used the thing on the indicator, the contraption in the box, but I think it's clean enough." Barbara ate her doughnut and drank the bitter tea.

Miss Grant looked friendly and she liked the engineer.