"Yes," we all agreed, "we won."
"Even if we didn't do much of it ourselves," Simpson pointed out, "we had jolly good fun."
"We always have THAT," said Myra.
THE HOUSE-WARMING
I.—WORK FOR ALL
"Well," said Dahlia, "what do you think of it?"
I knocked the ashes out of my after-breakfast pipe, arranged the cushions of my deck-chair, and let my eyes wander lazily over the house and its surroundings. After a year of hotels and other people's houses, Dahlia and Archie had come into their own.
"I've no complaints," I said happily.
A vision of white and gold appeared in the doorway and glided over the lawn toward us—Myra with a jug.
"None at all," said Simpson, sitting up eagerly.