He was raincoated and hatless.
"An arboreal spine!" said he, rolling on.

"Lord, Aunt Agatha, that was tough! Moral--don't be domestic!" "Carl!" quavered his aunt tearfully.
Again, throbbing like a giant heart in the darkness, the car halted.
Carl tossed his hair back from his forehead with a smothered groan, but said nothing.

He was always kinder and less impatient to Aunt Agatha in a careless way than Diane.
"Will you take Diane an extra raincoat and rubbers ?" appealed Aunt Agatha pathetically.

"Like as not the pockets of the other are full of bugs and things." "Aunt Agatha," grumbled Carl kindly, "why fuss so?
Diane's equipped with nerve and grit and independence enough to look out for herself." Aunt Agatha sniffed and closed the window.
"I shan't worry!" she said flatly.

"I shan't do it.