"Oh! lovely," cries Frank; and then he and your mother make out in the half-darkness a perfectly wonderful copper mug on the mantelpiece; and you go out and come in the ramshackle door (stooping every time) after you've felt all about for the rusty old iron latch, and then you step down two steps (or fall), presently to step up two more.

Well, for dinner we had six kinds of meat and two meat pies and potatoes and currants! My dinner was a potato.

I'm old and infirm and I have many ailments, but I'm not so bad off as to be able to live on a potato a day.

And since we were having a vacation, I didn't see the point.

So I came home where I have seven courses for dinner, all good; and Mrs.Leggett took my place in the car.