Obviously, he could not well divide the stove and the teakettle and the frying pan and coffeepot.

The line stopped abruptly with a big blob of lampblack mixed with coal oil, just where necessity compelled them both to use the same floor space.
The next day Bud had been ashamed of the performance, but his shame could not override his stubbornness.

The black line stared up at him accusingly.

Cash, keeping scrupulously upon his own side of it, went coldly about his own affairs and never yielded so much as a glance at Bud.

And Bud grew more moody and dissatisfied with himself, but he would not yield, either.