"But, Blanche, you know you only looked in, and Mrs. Haughton may have done likewise."
"You're a goose, Tilton; Capt. Stuart and I had gone through a dish or two before you all came in; I was born hungry."
"Believe you," laughed her husband.
"My poppa's pet name for me at dinner was ostrich," said wee mouse, rapidly discussing breast and wing of duck, etc. "Sir Lionel, here's a conundrum for you; what is the thirstiest animal?"
"Man," he answered demurely.
"One for you; you are placed, Tilton," and the pink eyes peered at a window.
"I hope you feel comfortable in your niche, Sir Tilton," laughed Vaura; "ask another, Blanche, and place Mrs. Haughton a present; I cannot get her off my mind."
"All O.K.; I only have waited until you had refreshed the inner man."
"Women never eat," said Vaura, with an amused glance at the little one.
"One didn't just now," said the small Baronet.