David Linton laughed, kissing her.
“And Jim’s all right,” he said. “Off to bed with you!”
CHAPTER VII
MORNING
That loving Laughing Land, where life is fresh and clean,
Where the rivers flow all summer, and the grass is always green.
—Henry Lawson.
NORAH!”
“James?” said Norah, with polite inquiry. She paused with Jean, and turned a questioning eye towards the window whence Jim’s voice had reached her.
Jim, in his shirt sleeves, his face obscured by lather, looked out, razor in hand.