Through all this rubbish and confusion, over and through a score of the little dust-piles which Stern had so carefully avoided explaining to Beatrice, they climbed and waded, and with infinite pains slowly advanced. "What we need is more light!" exclaimed the engineer presently. "We've got to have a bonfire here!"
We'll soon have it looking homelike. Make me a broom, dear, and I'll sweep out the worst of it at once." Talking now in terms of practical detail, with romance for the hour displaced by harsh reality, they examined the entire house. Of the once magnificent furnishings, only dust-piles, splinters and punky rubbish remained.