“Oh, Mother,” cried the girl in great excitement. “You cannot possibly get along without us. There's the tea for all those men.”
“Nonsense, Nora, run along. I can do quite well without you. Larry is coming in early and he will help. Run along, both of you.”
“But there isn't room for us all,” said Kathleen.
“Room? Heaps,” said Mr. Waring-Gaunt. “Climb in here beside me, Miss Nora.”
“Oh, it will be great,” said Nora. “Can you really get along, Mother?”
“Nonsense,” said the mother. “You think far too much of yourself. Get your hat.”
“Hat; who wants a hat?” cried the girl, getting in beside Mr. Waring-Gaunt. “Oh, this is more than I had ever dreamed, and I feel so wicked!”
“All the better, eh, what?”
“Here, Kathleen,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “here between us.”
“I am so afraid I shall crowd you,” said the girl, her face showing a slight flush.