"Here's how——"
"Cheerioh——"
"God bless," said Chummy, with a little jerk of his glass aloft. "No, Alan, liqueurs are not for little boys—not till after their first term——"
"The best of luck, Mrs. Rooke——"
The glasses were set down again, and we bustled into the little hall.
"Gear all aboard?"
"Right—so long, Mollie, and ever so many thanks——"
"Good-by, darling——"
"Good-by, Commander——"