Unanimous cries of “Yes.”
“But,” said Faith, “how are we to settle who has done the noblest deed?”
“That will be my business,” said Andrew.
“Cock-a-doodle-do,” broke in Phil, “hark to the Biddie Tom.”
“Of course it will be,” asserted Andrew, “I’m the eldest of you all, except Fay, and she’s only a girl, of course it’s my right.”
“Bosh,” said Jack, “if only one person is to decide, then it ought to be Phoena, she knows the most about the Round Table laws, and besides she’s sure not to be sneaky.”
“Be what?” cried Andrew, springing up, “say that again and I’ll—”
“Get another jolly good licking, eh?” retorted Phil.
“If you don’t shut up, Miss Annie, we’ll turn you out of this,” said Jack.
“I shall decline to have any share in the business,” said Andrew, “if I’m not properly treated.”