"Oh, do come!"
"Just look at the rain!"
"We can take the horse-cars."
"Ugh!" he shuddered.
"What's the matter?" she said, suspiciously; "you too grand for horse-cars?"
"Not too grand, too cold."
"Put on an overcoat."
"Don't you think it's very comfortable here?"
"Yes, but Jessie Hornsey—"
"Do you know"—he laid the old book on the floor by his chair and stretched out his shapely hands to the blaze—"do you know, I think this is much nicer than tea-fighting at Jessie Hornsey's."