"An' you won't be nearly so lame to-morrow as you'll be next day.

Then you'll begin to get used to it, Mis' Joanne." "_Mrs.Aldous_, Donald," she corrected sweetly.

"Or--just Joanne." At that Aldous found himself holding her so closely that she gave a little gasp.
"Please don't," she expostulated.

"Your arms are terribly strong, John!" MacDonald had turned away, still chuckling, and began to unpack.

Joanne looked behind her, then quickly held up her softly pouted lips.