The school may go to -- --" O'Gree coughed violently to cover the last word, and looked reproachfully at his old colleague.

Poor Egger, who had been carried away by his joyous fervour, was abashed, and glanced timidly at Sally, who replied by giving him half a dozen thick rounds of German sausage.
On his requesting mustard, she fetched some from the shop and mixed it, but, in doing so, had the misfortune to pour too much water.
"There!" she exclaimed; "I've doubted the miller's eye." O'Gree laughed when he saw Waymark looking for an explanation.
"That's a piece of Weymouth," he remarked.

"Mrs.O'Gree comes from the south-west of England," he added, leaning towards Casti.

"She's constantly teaching me new and interesting things.

Now, if I was to spill the salt here--" He put his Ii and on the salt-cellar, as if to do so, but Sally rapped his knuckles with a fork.
"None of your nonsense, sir! Give Mr.Casti some more meat, instead." It was a merry party.