"Now Helen hurry up with the tea!" he cried "it is getting late."
"That's no fault of mine" replied Helen quietly "time will fly you know."
"Who said it would'nt?" asked Cyril snappishly, sitting down in the grumps.
"Why on earth does'nt Marshland send up the silver tea pot?" asked Helen artfully "I hate this old brown china concern; I'll ring for the other; and the sugar bowl too."
"No, no please dont," cried Cyril nervously "I really cant wait."
"Well if it is'nt sent up tonight I shall make a row about it" replied Helen crossly "I cant bear keeping the silver for special occasions."
Cyril did not notice the ticket so Helen went and picked it up, "what's this?" she asked curiously.
"What's what?" asked Cyril turning sharply round.
"This little card" said Helen.
"Oh that's mine" replied Cyril "I'll put it in my pocket if you give it here."