If I can't, are you tolerably comfortable?
Perhaps Miss Grieve won't mind Penelope, and she can come through the kitchen any time and join us; but naturally you don't want to be separated, that's the worst of being engaged.

Of course I can lower your tea in a tin bucket, and if it should rain I can throw out umbrellas.

Would you like your golf-caps, Pen?
'Won'erful blest in weather ye are, mam!' The situation is not so bad as it might be," she added consolingly, "because in case Miss Grieve's toilet should last longer than usual, your wedding need not be indefinitely postponed, for Mr.Macdonald can marry you from this window." Here she disappeared, and we had scarcely time to take in the full humour of the affair before Robin Anstruther's laughing eyes appeared over the top of the high brick wall that protects our garden on three sides.
"Do not shoot," said he.

"I am not come to steal the fruit, but to succour humanity in distress.

Miss Monroe insisted that I should borrow the inn ladder.