Uncle J. Oh, that's it, eh? Very well, then—I'll walk!
[Walks out, leaving the company paralysed.
Mrs. C. Run after him, Tommy, and tell him—quick!
[Exit Tommy.
Mr. C. (feebly). I think when Uncle Joseph does come back, we'd better try to think of some game he can't lose his temper at. Ah, here's Tommy!
Tommy. I told him—but he went all the same, and slammed the door. He said I was to go back and tell you that you would find he was cut up—and cut up rough, too!
Mrs. C. But what did you tell him?
Tommy. Why, only that Parpar asked him to come to-night because he was sure to cut up well. You said I might!
[Sensation; Prompt departure of Tommy for bed; moralising by Aunts; a spirit of perfect candour prevails; names are called—also cabs; further hostilities postponed till next Christmas.