With two to one we must win, and they won't be able to send any of their armies here.

I feel quite comfortable again now that I have talked it over." Sylvia caught Michael's eye for a moment over the tea-urn.

She felt he acquiesced in what she was intending to say.
"That is good, then," she said.

"I am glad you feel comfortable about it, mother dear.

Now, will you read your book out here?
Why not, if I fetch you a shawl in case you feel cold ?" Mrs.Falbe turned a questioning eye to the motionless trees and the unclouded sky.
"I don't think I shall even want a shawl, dear," she said.