"Oh, I say, you know, New Zealand's a place where you can have a high old time, but London's the place for larks."
"Why not the country," said Clendon drily, "the morning lark."
"Oh, I don't mean that sort of lark," interrupted Tommy ingeniously, "the evenin' lark; my style, you know. Waltzin', flirtin', talkin', jolly rather."
"You move in the highest circles, Tommy," said Kaituna, who was a somewhat satirical damsel. "You drop your 'g's.'"
"Better than dropping your 'h's'."
"Or your money," said Toby, lighting a fresh cigarette. "I don't know what we're all talking about."
"I think," observed Mrs. Valpy in a geographical style, "we were discussing the Islands of New Zealand."
"Rippin' place," said Tommy gaily.
"Thomasina, my dear," remarked her Johnsonian mamma, "I really do not think that you are personally----"
"Acquainted with the place! No! I'm not. But Kaituna has told me a lot. Archie Maxwell has told me more----"