"Drink," she answered dramatically.
Mr. Brown sat down heavily.
"Drink!" he echoed.
Mrs. Brown gave a little scream.
"Drink!" she said. "But we're both teetotalers."
It was the turn of the visitor to sit down heavily.
"Surely," she said, "that boy did not deceive me!"
"Madam," said that boy's father bitterly, "it is more than probable."
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When the visitor, protesting, apologising, expostulating, and still not quite convinced, had been escorted to the door and seen off the premises, Mr. Brown turned grimly to his wife.