But suppose we go and dress?
It's half-past six already and we've only an hour." * * * * * In this congenial company Mr.Spillikins spent the next three days.
Life at Castel Casteggio, as the Newberrys loved to explain, was conducted on the very simplest plan.

Early breakfast, country fashion, at nine o'clock; after that nothing to eat till lunch, unless one cared to have lemonade or bottled ale sent out with a biscuit or a macaroon to the tennis court.

Lunch itself was a perfectly plain midday meal, lasting till about 1.30, and consisting simply of cold meats (say four kinds) and salads, with perhaps a made dish or two, and, for anybody who cared for it, a hot steak or a chop, or both.

After that one had coffee and cigarettes in the shade of the piazza and waited for afternoon tea.

This latter was served at a wicker table in any part of the grounds that the gardener was not at that moment clipping, trimming, or otherwise using.