"But what a terrible teapot," cried the latter when she had accepted the task. "It's like my sister's watering-can. What's the matter with it?"
"Age," said Castleton solemnly. "It's old Lowestoft. If you look inside, you'll see 'A Present from Lowestoft.'"
"Shut up," said Maurice, "and pass the Chelsea buns."
"A bit of old Chelsea," murmured Castleton.
"Shut up making rotten jokes," said Cunningham.
"You must excuse him," said Maurice. "He isn't funny, but he's very nice. Good Lord!" he went on. "I've never wished Jenny 'many happy returns of the day.'"
"Yes, it's a pity you waited till after she's seen those buns," said Castleton. "However!"
"And the cake," said Maurice, diving into the cupboard.
"Don't look so sad," Castleton whispered to the guest of honor. "It isn't really a tombstone."
"Isn't he awful?" said Jenny, laughing.