We perch on either arm, and, after identifying our own extras, we summon the butler to identify his.

There are a good many that belong to him or to the landlady; of that fact we are always convinced before he proves to the contrary.

We can never see (until he makes us see) why the breakfasts on the 8th should be four shillings each because we had strawberries, if on the 8th we find strawberries charged in the luncheon column and also in the column of desserts and ices.

And then there are the peripatetic lemon squashes.

Dawson calls them 'still' lemon squashes because they are made with water, not with soda or seltzer or vichy, but they are particularly badly named.