"But we can't descend on uncle like that without notice, and him full of his election! Besides, he's cross."
"We shan't descend on him."
"Then where shall you go?"
"We shall put up at the Tiger," said George, impressively.
"The Tiger?" gasped Mary.
George had meant to stagger, and he had staggered.
"The Tiger," he iterated.
"With Georgie?"
"With Georgie."
"But what will uncle say? I shouldn't be surprised if uncle has never been in the Tiger in his life. You know his views—"