Uncle Roger had gone to the station to meet the travellers, and the dining-room table was spread with a feast of fat things.
“It’s been a jolly week, take it all round,” said Felix, “but I’m glad the grown-ups are coming back to-night, especially Uncle Alec.”
“I wonder if they’ll bring us anything,” said Dan.
“I’m thinking long to hear all about the wedding,” said Felicity, who was braiding timothy stalks into a collar for Pat.
“You girls are always thinking about weddings and getting married,” said Dan contemptuously.
“We ain’t,” said Felicity indignantly. “I am NEVER going to get married. I think it is just horrid, so there!”
“I guess you think it would be a good deal horrider not to be,” said Dan.
“It depends on who you’re married to,” said Cecily gravely, seeing that Felicity disdained reply. “If you got a man like father it would be all right. But S’POSEN you got one like Andrew Ward? He’s so mean and cross to his wife that she tells him every day she wishes she’d never set eyes on him.”
“Perhaps that’s WHY he’s mean and cross,” said Felix.
“I tell you it isn’t always the man’s fault,” said Dan darkly. “When I get married I’ll be good to my wife, but I mean to be boss. When I open my mouth my word will be law.”