"It's very bad to bathe just after a heavy meal," I reminded him.
"I'm not sure that I'm going to, but I'm quite sure that one of us will have to."
"Walk up the river with it," said Myra, "while Dahlia and I pack, and the one who's first digested goes in."
We walked up. I felt that in my own case the process of assimilation would be a lengthy one.
VI.—A LITTLE CRICKET FOR AN ENDING
We came back from a "Men Only" sail to find Myra bubbling over with excitement.
"I've got some news for you," she said, "but I'm not going to tell you till dinner. Be quick and change."
"Bother, she's going to get married," I murmured.
Myra gurgled and drove us off.
"Put on all your medals and orders, Thomas," she called up the stairs; "and, Archie, it's a champagne night."