As it was, we thought a good deal of our dinners." No fresh guests appeared to disturb the party.

When all had appeased their hunger, Waymark took a chair out on to the verandah for Ida.

He was spared the trouble of providing in the same way for Sally by Mr.
O'Gree's ready offices.

Poor Egger, finding himself deserted, opened a piano there was in the room, and began to run his finger over the keys.
"Let us have one of your German songs, my boy," cried O'Gree.
"But it is the Sunday, and we arc still in England," said the Swiss, hesitating.
"Pooh, never mind," said Waymark.

"We'll shut the door.