"Ready, darling?" he asked.
"If you are."
She caught up her sunbonnet, which had been thrown on one side, to hand it to him.
"You put it on me," she said.
When he had expended several unnecessary moments in adjusting the bonnet, they made as if they would start.
"Got everything you want?" he asked, looking round the room.
"I think so. Take my sunshade."
"Right o'."
"My gloves."
"I've got 'em."