"Since the——" She began to write. The wind fluttered the paper on her knee. Her hands with big knuckles moved decisively over the sheet.
"I'm wearing you out?"
"Bother! You're not!"
He liked her positiveness. "A half a paragraph or so and I will have reached the end of my tether."
"Go ahead."
When he had finished he leaned back, turning himself so that he could look at her, and she could tell by his mouth that he was happier.
"I've taxed your patience."
"Haven't any patience," Alice said, making a wry face. She wanted to cry.
She stood up. "I'll have this all typed by tomorrow afternoon. When does the boat sail?"