"The chap was married too.

Lived just below in the lane, and leaves a wife and half a dozen kiddies, so they say." An awkward little silence fell.

Mrs.Sheridan fidgeted with her cup.
Really, it was very tactless of father...
Suddenly she looked up.

There on the table were all those sandwiches, cakes, puffs, all uneaten, all going to be wasted.

She had one of her brilliant ideas.
"I know," she said.