"For general good conduct, Sarah."
"But—"
"Away! We stand no 'buts' in our family. Once a ram was slain for butting, you know, Sarah," observed Denis, absurdly.
"You're just wasting your time and you might be with your sweetheart, Sarah!" put in the Atom, practically.
Scarlet-faced, Sarah fled.
Nell pursued her.
"Sarah, you are not to return before ten o'clock to-night."
"Oh, if you'll hexcuse me, miss, I must—there's 'Err Smitt's dinner!"
"What were you going to give him, Sarah?"
"A steak with boiled potaters and a cauliflower, and a jam tart," said Sarah, dejectedly.