I have a can opener." He caught in Joan's eyes a glint of gold and laughter and glanced wistfully across the river at the house upon the cliff.

It was undeniably roomy.
"If only your house had been an inn!" he said.

"An old, old ramshackle inn, quaint and archaic like the punt yonder and your gown! It's such a wonderful spot." Joan met his eyes and made no pretense of misunderstanding.

She could not.
"Your uncle!" exclaimed Kenny with an air of inspiration and then looked apologetic.
The girl's face flamed.

Oddly enough she looked at her gown.