"I like to carry them myself."
Ted spoke to Sheila Pat.
"Gigantic Atom, I bet anything you, too, prefer to carry your own parcels?"
She nodded.
"But I'd like to hold your arm."
"Honoured, I'm sure."
Laboriously she freed her right hand and tucked it, and a lamb that had escaped from a parcel, beneath his arm.
Nell had grown penitent. She turned a charming and rather pink cheek towards him.
"I'm tired of carrying my parcels," she said plaintively.
"You'll let me? Thanks!"