"We're going to walk about a bit," Chester announced, invading
the garage. "The girls insist that you come. Where are your
eyes, man? If Pauline bores you - I admit that she's a trifle
persistent, but she's jolly good company, I think - try Mrs.
Lessing. She's delightful, and not the pursuing style at all
- she's learned better. She hasn't shown the slightest
interest in you all morning. That ought to attract you."

"I'm going to try a bit of adjustment on this timer now that
Mac's out of the way. Go along, and don't bother me." Burns
was in his shirt-sleeves again and spoke gruffly. His cap was
off, and thick locks lay damply against his moist brow; in his
eyes sparkled enthusiasm but not for women.

"You certainly are a hopeless case," and Chester went back to
his party.

"We might as well not have a bachelor along," mourned Pauline.
"Four women - with only two old married men to look after them
- it's a shame."

"But we're both of us much handsomer than Red Pepper Burns,"
asserted James Macauley, Junior. "And I've hardly spoken a
word to my wife since I started - that sort of thing ought to
content you."

"It doesn't. And neither of you is half as good-looking as
Doctor Burns. He has the most interesting profile I ever saw
- and I ought to know - I seldom catch sight of his full