But how are you going to get ready?
If you sit up all night you cannot get through with the packing.

You said only yesterday that your summer dressmaking was shamefully behind.

My dear, next week is the earliest possible time for our going." Rosalind laughed archly, and pushed the apple blossoms over the wofully interlined manuscript of my new article on Egypt.

There was in her very attitude a hint of unsuspected buoyancy and strength; there was in her eyes a light which I have never seen under our uncertain skies.
The breath of the apple blossoms filled the room, and a bobolink, poised on a branch outside the window, suddenly poured a rapturous song into the silence of the sweet spring day.

I laid down my pen, pushed my scattered sheets into the portfolio, covered the inkstand, and laid my hand in hers.