She laid for four, leaving space for more if need be.

"I call it the 'Cadger's Arms,'" she explained, turning to Joan.

"We bring our own victuals, and Mary cooks them for us and waits on us; and the more of us the merrier.

You look forward to your Sunday evening parties, don't you ?" she asked of Mary.
Mary laughed.

She was busy in a corner with basins and a saucepan.