Don't any of you say another word until we are at the table.

My father used to say that lukewarm soup was the worst sort of cold reception and I agree with him." During dinner Sam was tremendously curious to discover how and where his friend and Mary had met and what the scrape might be to which Crawford had referred.

But his curiosity was unsatisfied.

Mr.Smith refused to tell and Mary only smiled and shook her head when questioned.
The young people furnished most of the conversation during the meal.
The recent football season and its triumphant ending were discussed, of course, and the prospects of the hockey team came in for its share.

Sam, it appeared, was out for a place on the hockey squad.
"You must see some of the games, Mary," he said.