I'll get dinner ready myself.

Daisy needn't help with that.

I expect Margaret has worked her pretty hard." But at last there came the moment when Bunting had to start, and his wife went with him to the front door.

It was still snowing, less heavily, but still snowing.

There were very few people coming and going, and only just a few cabs and carts dragging cautiously along through the slush.
Mrs.Bunting was still in the kitchen when there came a ring and a knock at the door--a now very familiar ring and knock.