Marjorie said, "They would have liked Shaun's story. They should have listened. It was awf'lly 'citing! But he hardly started to tell it."
By this time the group was scattered. Even the little girls were whispering together.
Shaun got up and walked away. He walked to a bench at the other end of the garden and sat down. He was thinking very deeply.
He sat there until he heard his name called. He had to go into the house to help bring out ice cream and cake and chocolate to Marjorie's guests.
As he served little ice cream boats and flowers and animals, his thoughts were far away. The crystal and gold of the plates and goblets did not seem so lovely as before.
Everything on the table swam before Shaun's eyes. Even the children's faces seemed blurred. He heard their talk and laughter in a dream.
He was very unhappy.
"Oh, Shaun, do look what you're doing!" cried a voice in distress.