It is so directly brutal, you know; so different from shooting them." "That roof must go on," I answered grimly.

"Winter is almost here.

It is our lives against theirs.

It is unfortunate we haven't plenty of ammunition, but I think, anyway, that they suffer less from being clubbed than from being all shot up.

Besides, I shall do the clubbing." "That's just it," she began eagerly, and broke off in sudden confusion.
"Of course," I began, "if you prefer--" "But what shall I be doing ?" she interrupted, with that softness I knew full well to be insistence.
"Gathering firewood and cooking dinner," I answered lightly.
She shook her head.