"I thought you would. You do like it?"
"Oh, just what I wanted!"
"That's all right, then. Just a little Christmas present."
We couldn't stop. It was like taking too much butter for the marmalade
and too much marmalade for the butter.
He leaves the hospital in a day or two.
The fog is still thick. To-night at the station after a day off I found
it white and silent. Touching the arm of a man, I asked him the
all-important question: "Are the buses running?"
"Oh no...."
And the cabs all gone home to bed, and I was hungry!
What ghosts pass ... and voices, bodyless, talking intimately while
their feet fall without a stir on the grass of the open Heath.