"But I'm feeling scared myself," he said comically. "And the front door's wide open, I'll bet."
"And that swearing tramp could walk in if he liked!"
"But we mustn't be afraid of open doors," Helen said, and listened to her own words for a moment. Then she smiled, remembering where she had heard them. "We're frightening each other, and we must wash up. Look at the muddle!"
"It will make a clatter," Miriam objected, "and if you hadn't gone for that walk and made the house feel lonely, I shouldn't be like this now. Something's peeping at me!"
"It's only Mr. Pinderwell," Helen said. "Come and dry."
"I shall sleep in your bed tonight."
"Then I shall sleep in yours."
"I wish Rupert would come."
"John, do go and shut the windows."
"But take a light."