just-just-well

Updated: January 25, 2026

After a time she came near him. "Why aren't you playing with the other boys?" she asked. Paul sat on his heels. "Dunno, miss," he said shyly. She glanced at his rapscallion attire, blushed, and blamed herself for the tactless question. "This is a beautiful place, isn't it?" "It's heavenly," said Paul, with his eyes on her. "One scarcely wants to do anything but just-just-well, be here."

William John Locke - The Fortunate Youth