Come, we'll step out on the veranda for a whiff of outdoors, and then come back for the program." "There's to be a program ?" "Oh, yes.

Most wonderful work, by genius itself.

Now, please, Miss Fairfield, don't resist the influence." They were out on the tiny veranda that graced the Blaney's dwelling.
The stars shone down through the pure winter air, and Patty felt as if she had been rescued from a malarial swamp.

But Blaney was impressive.
His deep, soft voice persuaded her against her will that she was pettish and crude to rebel at the unwholesome atmosphere inside.

"You don't understand," he said gently.