Come, it's rather a lark, isn't it ?" His boyish eyes pleaded with her, and again she made a valiant effort to respond.

She knew what stupendous efforts he had been making to secure her comfort.
"Everything is perfect," she declared, "and you're the nicest boy in the world.

I'm quite warm now.

What a dear little hall, to be sure!" "Hall!" said Jerry.

"It's the living-room! But there's another one upstairs that you can sit in.