“Snookered for a pint!”
“Be a sportsman now....”
“I say!... he’s done it!”
“I say, you’re a devil of a fellow, Munroe!”
The game ended and they put up their cues.
“Now then, you two, what are you up to? Anna, you’re a hard-hearted little thing; why aren’t you crying that I didn’t win?”
At which sally of Rory’s the children doubled up with delighted laughter.
They all seemed to be feeling the tedium of the period between luncheon and tea, and lolled listlessly in chairs, or sat on the edge of the billiard-table, swinging their legs.
“Anna, darling, put on one of the Hawaiian melodies—it’s among those there, I’m sure,” said Concha.
After several false starts, and some scratchings of the needle (it was Jasper’s turn to put on the record), the hot-scented tune began to pervade the room.