Knife and fish ball descended upon the waistcoat belonging to the "Sunday suit." Lavinia flew for warm water, ammonia, and a cloth, and the soiled waistcoat was industriously scrubbed.

The cleansing process was accompanied by a lively tongue lashing, to which Kyan paid little attention.
"Engaged ?" he kept repeating.

"Gracie Van Horne engaged?
Engaged?
En--" "Be still, you poll parrot! Dear! dear! dear! look at them spots.

Yes, yes; don't say it again; she's engaged." "Who--who--who--" "Now you've turned to an owl, I do believe.

'Hoo! hoo!' She's engaged to Nat Hammond, that's who.