"Give me a kiss for it," he said, drawing her down.
She kissed him lightly.
"Fancy you the mother of a family!" he remarked, with a look at the screened corner.
She smiled to herself, and began fingering the other things. "How nice they are! And silk stockings! They're always welcome."
"But you're wearing them already," he said, with rather a disappointed glance at her ankles.
"That doesn't matter. If there's one thing you can't glut a woman with, it's silk stockings."
"Thanks, Mrs. Kerr! I'll remember that when I come home in the small hours and have to provide a peace offering."
"Come home any time you like," she said goodhumouredly, "there will always be peace as far as I am concerned."
When he had entered the room, he had missed something in it; and now it occurred to him what it was.
"Where's my bed?" he demanded.