I'll run and get clean, and be with you in a minute." And in the brief interval of her absence he found himself walking about the big living-room and impatiently and with anticipation awaiting her coming.
"Do you know, I'm never going to squabble with you again," he announced when they were seated.
"Squabble!" was the retort.

"It's such a sordid word.

It sounds cheap and nasty.

I think it's much nicer to quarrel." "Call it what you please, but we won't do it any more, will we ?" He cleared his throat nervously, for her eyes advertised the immediate beginning of hostilities.

"I beg your pardon," he hurried on.