The departure was not unduly prolonged.[…]Within the door Mrs. Spoker hastily imparted to Mrs. Love a few final sentiments on the subject of Divine Intention in the disposition of buckets;[…]; a deep, guttural instigation to the horse; and the wheels of the waggonette crunched heavily away into obscurity.

Let's get the billy and cook some beans.

You shouldn't blame yourselves.

At last the battery cover snapped down. Howard strode briskly back through the living room with the hedge-clippers held at port arms.