Jack uttered a phrase of stinging sarcasm with reference to Pennyloaf's red feather; whereupon Bob smote him exactly between the eyes.

Yells arose; there was a scuffle, a rush, a tumult.
The two were separated before further harm came of the little misunderstanding, but Jack went to the tea-tables vowing vengeance.
Poor Pennyloaf shed tears as Bob led her to the place where the band had begun playing.

Only her husband's anger prevented her from yielding to utter misery.

But now they had come to the centre of the building, and by dint of much struggle in the crowd they obtained a standing whence they could see the vast amphitheatre, filled with thousands of faces.

Here at length was quietness, intermission of folly and brutality.