“Why,” he protested, “it’s just a castor bean!” “It came up about a year ago,” I said. “Planted itself right where I wanted a green something. I kept it from freezing last winter. I put boxes around it to break the wind, and on cold nights I covered it with gunnysacks. Every morning I pour a coffeepotful of water on it.”

Noting the rate at which she shoals her water - […]

That he was the greatest 100m runner of his generation was incontestable.

Long Rob began to glint his grey eyes at her, he'd have to think of getting married himself, he said, fine it must be to sleep with a slim bit the like of herself those coldrife winter nights.