"Would you mind moving once again, General Macintosh, we must arrange the refreshments now," came Jane's voice pleading and ingratiating.
"Well, I'm not preventing you."
"But we want the table, please." And he straightway burst into my room to tell me what he thought of the institution of marriage.
"Not so much as a hole left for a cat to creep into," he said angrily.
"Jumbles is here; you can stay if you like. The easy chair by the fire is very comfortable."
He dropped into it a little ungraciously.
"So you don't like weddings?" I said with a smile.
"Like weddings!"
"Why did you come?"
"Your mother insisted. When your mother gets an idea into her head you might as well talk to a mule."