I'd much rather you would sit still and rest.

You are tired from your ride, I'm sure; and if you don't mind, I'll bring my blazer and cook the oysters here by the fire.

I always did like to 'kitch in the dining-room,' as Mrs.Whitney calls it." Clover had set the tea-table before she sat down to sew, so there really was almost nothing to do.

Geoff lay back in his chair and looked on with a sort of dreamy pleasure as she went lightly to and fro, making her arrangements, which, simple as they were, had a certain dainty quality about them which seemed peculiar to all that Clover did,--twisted a trail of kinnikinnick about the butter-plate, laid a garnish of fresh parsley on the slices of cold beef, and set a glass full of wild crocuses in the middle of the table.

Then she returned to the parlor, put the kettle, which had already begun to sing, on the fire, and began to stir and season her oysters, which presently sent out a savory smell.
"I have learned six ways of cooking oysters this winter," she announced gleefully.