pointed to the first house at the end of a short street and said, "Well, we're here."
He raised his hat now and said formally, "Well, I'm glad you've made it. I think I'll make my way back into the Market and keep to- the main roads; they must have made some attempt to keep them open."
"But you're not going straightaway'--she was peering up at him again as she searched in her bag for her key" --You're wringing and frozen as much as me. Come in and have a cup of something hot. "
"It's very kind of you but..."
"Kind, me foot! Come on in."
He smiled to himself as he followed her into the house. She certainly was an uninhibited little miss, and she certainly had no respect for rank or class distinction.
"Take your coat and things 08." I'll switch the fire on. The house is warm, the boiler's always on, but we'll need something more than the boiler to thaw us out. " She had flung her coat and head scarf aside and now, balancing on one leg, she undid her stockings from her suspenders and dragged them from her wet legs.
"Here, give me your coat, I'll put it on the boiler."
"Oh no, no. It's perfectly all right, it's waterproof."
"Waterproof or not, it's soaking wet across the bottom. Here give it to me." She almost dragged it from him.
"There now, sit down an' make yourself comfortable."
As she went to go through a door she paused and, looking over her shoulder, laughed back at him, saying, "Make yourself at home; it's Christmas ... remember."
He found himself sitting on a very comfortable couch before an electric fire which flickered over artificial logs and smiling widely to himself. Make yourself at home. Make yourself at home, because it's Christmas. She was a little star turn.
"Tea?" Her voice was calling from the other room, the kitchen presumably.
iA. " ^^^^. ^..^ mti-iii-u lu'd kellie Deing nuea and the plop of the gas being lit, and when she came back into the room she said, " It won't be a tick. "
He looked at her standing in her bare feet, her dress coming just above her knees Miss Bateman wouldn't allow mini skirts she looked like a child, no older than Gail. For some thing to say he said, "It's a very comfortable room this." He spread out his hand.
"Yes, I like it." She came and sat on the sofa, not in the corner but not close to him.
"My mother did it up; she's a dab hand with paper and paint."
"Your mother does the decorations, not your father?"
"I haven't got a father."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't be. I don't remember him; he died when I was young."
"Have you any brothers or sisters?"
"No, just me and me mother, two lone women." She laughed, and he laughed and said, "Woman indeed 1' " What do you mean? Woman indeed!
What do you take me for? A girl? "
"Well, yes, I would. I'd take you for a girl, a young girl."
"Coo 1 that's nice."
The kettle began to whistle and she jumped up and went into the kitchen, and from there she called, "How old do you think I am?"
He thought for a moment and said "Nineteen."
"Thanks very much; I'm twenty-four."
"You're not 1' " I am. " She came in with the tray and, putting it down on a pouf fe to the side of the fireplace, she said, " I'm shivering, I want something to lace this. How about you? "
"Oh, not for me, thank you."
"Oh go on." She went to a sideboard behind them and brought out a bottle of whisky.
"It's Christmas. Have you for gotten? It's Christmas, and we've just trekked through the Yukon, and you've saved me life and we've come to the log cabin and we're going to be marooned here for three weeks."
He was laughing loudly now; he couldn't help but laugh at her.
"There, get that down you."
He'd never had whisky in tea before and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and said, "Hmm 1 very nice."
"I'll say it's nice; it's me life saver."
"Yes?"
"Yes." She drew in a deep breath and lifted her legs and put the soles of her feet towards the fire. Then leaning back, she said,
"Everything's nice at Christmas; everybody's nice to everybody
He raised his hat now and said formally, "Well, I'm glad you've made it. I think I'll make my way back into the Market and keep to- the main roads; they must have made some attempt to keep them open."
"But you're not going straightaway'--she was peering up at him again as she searched in her bag for her key" --You're wringing and frozen as much as me. Come in and have a cup of something hot. "
"It's very kind of you but..."
"Kind, me foot! Come on in."
He smiled to himself as he followed her into the house. She certainly was an uninhibited little miss, and she certainly had no respect for rank or class distinction.
"Take your coat and things 08." I'll switch the fire on. The house is warm, the boiler's always on, but we'll need something more than the boiler to thaw us out. " She had flung her coat and head scarf aside and now, balancing on one leg, she undid her stockings from her suspenders and dragged them from her wet legs.
"Here, give me your coat, I'll put it on the boiler."
"Oh no, no. It's perfectly all right, it's waterproof."
"Waterproof or not, it's soaking wet across the bottom. Here give it to me." She almost dragged it from him.
"There now, sit down an' make yourself comfortable."
As she went to go through a door she paused and, looking over her shoulder, laughed back at him, saying, "Make yourself at home; it's Christmas ... remember."
He found himself sitting on a very comfortable couch before an electric fire which flickered over artificial logs and smiling widely to himself. Make yourself at home. Make yourself at home, because it's Christmas. She was a little star turn.
"Tea?" Her voice was calling from the other room, the kitchen presumably.
iA. " ^^^^. ^..^ mti-iii-u lu'd kellie Deing nuea and the plop of the gas being lit, and when she came back into the room she said, " It won't be a tick. "
He looked at her standing in her bare feet, her dress coming just above her knees Miss Bateman wouldn't allow mini skirts she looked like a child, no older than Gail. For some thing to say he said, "It's a very comfortable room this." He spread out his hand.
"Yes, I like it." She came and sat on the sofa, not in the corner but not close to him.
"My mother did it up; she's a dab hand with paper and paint."
"Your mother does the decorations, not your father?"
"I haven't got a father."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't be. I don't remember him; he died when I was young."
"Have you any brothers or sisters?"
"No, just me and me mother, two lone women." She laughed, and he laughed and said, "Woman indeed 1' " What do you mean? Woman indeed!
What do you take me for? A girl? "
"Well, yes, I would. I'd take you for a girl, a young girl."
"Coo 1 that's nice."
The kettle began to whistle and she jumped up and went into the kitchen, and from there she called, "How old do you think I am?"
He thought for a moment and said "Nineteen."
"Thanks very much; I'm twenty-four."
"You're not 1' " I am. " She came in with the tray and, putting it down on a pouf fe to the side of the fireplace, she said, " I'm shivering, I want something to lace this. How about you? "
"Oh, not for me, thank you."
"Oh go on." She went to a sideboard behind them and brought out a bottle of whisky.
"It's Christmas. Have you for gotten? It's Christmas, and we've just trekked through the Yukon, and you've saved me life and we've come to the log cabin and we're going to be marooned here for three weeks."
He was laughing loudly now; he couldn't help but laugh at her.
"There, get that down you."
He'd never had whisky in tea before and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and said, "Hmm 1 very nice."
"I'll say it's nice; it's me life saver."
"Yes?"
"Yes." She drew in a deep breath and lifted her legs and put the soles of her feet towards the fire. Then leaning back, she said,
"Everything's nice at Christmas; everybody's nice to everybody
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