"They'll be all right," Tom muttered.
"Isn't that your friend waiting up there by the path?"
"Oh, I suppose so."
"Tom," Elizabeth said, "don't be cross. I haven't done anything, have I?"
"No, and you won't do anything. That's the trouble. Even say a kind word. Come ahead, I suppose I've got to collect that guy and drag him round among the animals."
"That isn't a very nice way to speak of your relations."
"Elizabeth, there's Bill and Peggy talking to Bob—he'll keep a minute. Aren't you sorry that I'm going away Monday?"
"Of course I am."
"How sorry?"
"Quite a lot."