Everyone was thoroughly at home by this time, and screamed and shouted quite in the most natural manner in the world.

The long table stretched down the whole room, almost from wall to wall; the sunlight played in pools and splashes upon the carpet and the flowers and the pictures.

There was every sort of thing to eat--thin bread-and-butter rolled up into little curly sandwiches, little cakes and big cakes, seed cakes and sugar cakes, and, of course, saffron buns, jam in little shining dishes, and hot buttered toast so buttery that, it dripped on to your fingers.
Jeremy sat next to Mary, and behind him hovered Aunt Amy.

Only half an hour ago how this would have angered him! To have her interfering with him, saying: "Not two at a time, Jeremy," or "Pass the little girl the sugar, Jeremy--remember your manners." or "Not so big a piece, Jeremy." But now--he did not know...

She was one of the family, and he felt as though the Dean's Ernest had scorned her as well as himself.