He spread the blanket over them and then, without a word, came over to her and untied her feet.
"Go and lay down on the blanket," he commanded.
"I'll do nothing of the kind!" Lorraine set her mouth stubbornly.
"Well, then I'll have to lay you down," said Al, lifting her to her feet.

"If you get balky, I'm liable to get rough." Lorraine drew away from him as far as she could and looked at him for a full minute.

Al stared back into her eyes.

"Oh, I could _kill_ you!" cried Lorraine for the second time that day and threw herself down on the bed, sobbing like an angry child.
Al said nothing.

The man's capacity for keeping still was amazing.