He's too good to be true." "What have we here ?" whispered Hippy to Nora under cover of general conversation.

"I never before saw so many spingles and spangles collected in one spot." "Sh-h-h!" pleaded Nora.

"Don't make me laugh, Hippy.

Marian is looking this way, and she'll be awfully cross if she thinks we are making sport of her." "She reminds me of a song I once heard in a show which went something like this," and Hippy naughtily sang under his breath: "My well-beloved circus queen, My human snake, my Angeline!" There was a queer choking sound from Nora and she walked quickly down to the other end of the drawing room and earnestly fixed her gaze upon a portrait of one of the judge's ancestors, until she could gain control of her risibles.
The dinner was a memorable one to both the judge and his guests, and it was after nine o'clock before the last toast had been drunk in fruit punch.

Then every one repaired again to the drawing room.
Shortly after, Grace, Anne, Nora, Jessica, Eva and Miriam, accompanied by David, Tom, Hippy and Reddy disappeared, closing the massive doors between the drawing room and the wide hall.