In fact, I was at one time on the point of going to New York myself and taking it out of Mr.Terence Weaver.

I just ached to give him a run for his money.
But when I hinted it--going to New York, I mean--dad looked rather hurt.
"I had expected you'd stay at home until after the holidays, at least," he remarked.

"I'm old-fashioned enough to feel that a family should be together Christmas week, if at no other time.

It doesn't necessarily follow that because there are only two left--" Dad dropped his glasses just then, and didn't finish the sentence.

He didn't need to.