"The flowers, and the fairy lamps, and the programmes, and those extra boxes of crackers, and the chocolates, and the ring for the trifle.

You've seen about the music, Gerald ?" "Violin and piano," replied Mr.Stanton.

"I'm feeling a thorough-going martyr.

Giving even a simple children's hop means sitting in rooms without doors and living on turkey drumsticks for a fortnight afterwards!" "Oh, we'll get the house straight again sooner than that! And you needn't eat grilled turkey unless you like." "I don't appreciate parties." "We must amuse the young folks, and it isn't a grand affair.

If the children meet together they may as well dance as play games." "Daddikins, how nasty you are!" exclaimed Ulyth, pursuing him to administer chastisement in the shape of smacking kisses.