Jane Foster regarded him calmly. "'T ain't habitable," she said.
"I'll make it so," he returned forcefully.
"I can't imagine—" she began slowly.
"You don't have to," he interrupted ardently. "Imagining is my business." He beamed upon her with a smile that warmed her through and through from the chill of the boat. "If you haven't any other use for it just now—"
"Oh, 'tain't any use," she said slowly.
"Then I may?" Phil embarrassed Miss Foster terribly by seizing her hand.
Violet observed them from a window. "Is Mr. Sidney proposing to Miss Foster?" she laughed, turning to Eliza.
"Yes, he is, exactly," returned the latter, hanging up her shade hat.
"Well, I can't imagine anyone refusing him," said Violet.
"I only hope she will," muttered Eliza; but the devout words were scarcely out of her lips when Phil came into the room like a cyclone and she was seized and swung up till her respectable head nearly grazed the ceiling.