"Mine. Tim keeps his in the other room across the passage. We usually feed here and sit there."
Peggy gave a little cry.
"My dear Philip, when did you get those awful vases?"
Philip explained, with more apologies.
"And what is that queer thing there?"
"That is a model of the Meldrum Carburettor."
Peggy nodded her head.
"I remember," she said. "I have met it before. I suppose you say your prayers to it. What is in that cracker jar?"
"Tobacco."
"I thought so. As for these old pipes, you ought either to send them away to be cleaned and revarnished, or else get a new set altogether. No, I don't think much of your taste in mantelpiece ornaments, Philip. Now if I were an eligible young bachelor, I should sweep all these hideosities away and substitute a row of photographs of fair ladies."