'A K T strophe is what is apprehended.'
'Come, you two,' called Angela, 'affection is misplaced over the crockery. Here are plates wanted to weigh down the table-cloth; there's a ruffling gusty wind that gets under it.'
'Illustrating the earthquake theory,' said pupil No. 1, who was keeping it down with his knee.
'Or thunder-storm practice,' responded Pupil No. 2.
'Not a word more about thunder!' cried Angela. 'Lady Caergwent hates it; and as she views our Vicar as a mild embodiment of all the General Councils, the regular Clementine prediction has upset her already. I say! what are you doing? Apricot-tart at first course!'
'Apricot-tart, you don't say so! Three cheers for Miss Underwood!'
'Don't let blind enthusiasm put its foot into it.'
'Or you'll have to eat it all.'
'What a temptation!'
'Wasn't he already a greedy beggar, who stuck at no trifles! Don't you remember his tucking in the apples at the fair that the elephant wouldn't have?'