After all, there was no fire to be playing with.

The coldness of being absolutely alone again chilled through her whole body, and she shivered.
"Now," said Traill--everything was ready at his hand.

"The making of coffee's the simplest thing in the whole world; that's why everybody finds it so deucedly difficult.

We'll put this kettle on first." He thrust the kettle on the flame, pressing the coals down beneath it to give it surer hold.
"I'm awfully glad you like my room," he said, looking up from his crouching attitude by the fire.

"I should have been sorry if you hadn't." "Why ?" "Oh, I don't know.