"If you take a notion of that pork after all, hammer on the iron roofing sheet there, and I'll bring it right away," he said.
Alice Deringham waited until he was out of sight, and then lay back in her chair and laughed when her father glanced at her with a little grim smile.
"Savages, my dear!" he said.

"Still, their intentions are evidently kindly, which is unfortunate because it involves us in a difficulty." "A difficulty ?" Deringham nodded.

"I have a suspicion that our estimable kinsman, who seems to consider that what is good enough for Somasco should content anybody, might be offended if we slighted his hospitality, and that teapot apparently contains at least three pints of strong green tea," he said.

"I do not know whether you feel equal to consuming half of it, but if it is the same as I had at breakfast I must be excused.

One could also fancy from their solidity that those cups had been intended for breaking stones with." "I can at least pour the tea over the balustrade," said the girl.