No, that won't do, all Mr Wakefield's boys together.

Two of you come this side--that's right; and Cottle and Ramshaw, you go over there.

Now, you're beautifully sorted.

Edward, dear, you mustn't talk till you've handed round the tea-cake to our guests.

Lickford, do you take cream and sugar?
And you too, twins?
Oh really, dear, you don't call those slices, do you?
Do let Ashby cut up the cake; I'm sure he knows better than you what a slice is; don't you, Ashby ?" Apparently Ashby did; and the party, thus genially thrown together and set to work, soon began, to experience the balmy influences of a convivial high tea.
Very little was spoken at first except by Mr Stratton, who gave a brief account of a University cricket match in which he had once played--a narrative which served as a most soothing refrain to the silent exercise in which his listeners were engaged.