“I’m all right, but I feel as if I were bursting. I wish it would just hurry up and be over.”
“I think you’re simply splendid.”
“I simply don’t think about it. You don’t think about it except now and again when you realise you’ve got to go through it and then you go hot all over.”
“The head’s a bit wobbly,” said Gerald riding round the lawn.
“Does that matter?”
“Well, it doesn’t make it any easier to ride, especially with this great bundle on the handle-bars. You want a luggage-carrier.”
“I daresay. I say Gerald, show me the nuts to-morrow, not now.”
The machine was lying upside down on the lawn with its back wheel revolving slowly in the air.
“The front wheel’s out of the true.”
“What do you think of the saddle?”