Puffing, the waiter was piling dishes on the tray. “I’m sorry mum,” he puffed.
“All right, I know it’s not your fault waiter.... What’ll you have Jimmy?”
“May I have a meringue glacé muddy?”
“All right if you’ll be very good.”
“Yea,” Jimmy let out a yell.
“Darling you mustn’t shout like that at table.”
“But we dont mind when there are just the two of us.... Hooray meringue glacé.”
“James a gentleman always behaves the same way whether he’s in his own home or in the wilds of Africa.”
“Gee I wish we were in the wilds of Africa.”
“I’d be terrified, dear.”