“Instead of cultivating the ‘light fantastic toe,’ as the Courier calls it.”
“I danced twice, and a great plague it was. Only with Mr. Glover and with a stupid little middy. I was thinking all the time how senseless it was.”
“How agreeable you must have been!”
“One can’t be agreeable to people like that. Oh, Bobus!” as he came into the room with Mr. Ogilvie, “I’ve found out—”
“I thought Jessie was here,” he interrupted.
“She’s gone home. I know what was wrong yesterday. We ought to have isolated the hypo—”
“Isolated the grandmother,” said Bobus. “That has nothing to do with it.”
“I’m sure of it. I’ll show you how it acts.”
“I’ll show you just the contrary.”
“Not to-night,” cried their mother, as Bobus began to relight the lamp. “You two explosives are quite perilous enough by day without lamps and candles.”