Am I your wife or not?
What do you mean by it?
Have you gone off your head, or what have we done--me and little Alfred ?" "We will talk at tea-time," Burton said, uneasily.
Ellen set her lips grimly and the little party hastened on.

Burton ordered an extravagant tea, in which Ellen declined to take the slightest interest.

Alfred alone ate stolidly and with every appearance of complete satisfaction.

Burton had chosen a place as near the band as possible, with a view to rendering conversation more or less difficult.
Ellen, however, had a voice which was superior to bands.

Alfred, with his mouth continually filled with bun, appeared fascinated by the cornet player, from whom he seldom removed his eyes.
"What I want to know, Alfred Burton, is first how long this tomfoolery is to last, and secondly what it all means ?" Ellen began, with her elbows upon the table and a reckless disregard of neighbors.