Are you quite sure you know what you're going to do?
You mustn't just stand and giggle." Jean had asked three guests to come to supper--three lonely women who otherwise would have spent a solitary evening--and Mrs.M'Cosh had asked Bella Bathgate to sup with her and afterwards to witness what she dubbed "a chiraide." The living-room had been made ready for the entertainment, all the chairs placed in rows, the deep window-seat doing duty for a stage, but Jean was very doubtful about the powers of the actors, and hoped that the audience would be both easily amused and long-suffering.
Jock and Mhor protested that they had chosen a word for the charade, and knew exactly what they meant to say, but they would divulge no details, advising Jean to wait patiently, for something very good was coming.
The little house looked very festive, for the boys had decorated earnestly, the square hall was a bower of greenery, and a gaily coloured Chinese lantern hanging in the middle added a touch of gaiety to the scene.

The supper was the best that Jean and Mrs.M'Cosh could devise, the linen and the glass and silver shone, the flowers were charmingly arranged Jean wore her gay mandarin's coat, and the guests--when they arrived--found themselves in such a warm and welcoming atmosphere that they at once threw off all stiffness and prepared to enjoy the evening.
The entertainment was to begin at eight, and Mrs.M'Cosh and Miss Bathgate took their seats "on the chap," as the latter put it.

The two Miss Watsons, surprisingly enough, were also present.

They had come along after supper with a small present for Jean, had asked to see her, and stood lingering on the doorstep refusing to come farther, but obviously reluctant to depart.
"Just a little bag, you know, Miss Jean, for you to put your work in if you're going out to tea, you know.

No, it's not at all kind.