"'Here's to all those that I love;
Here's to all those that love me;
Here's to all those that love them that love those
That love those that love them that love me!'"
he chanted.
"Julie's turn," cried Elsie.
"No," she said; "they know all my toasts."
"Not all," said Donovan; "there was one you never finished—something about Blighty."
"Rhymes with nighty," put in Tommy coolly; "don't you remember, Julie?"
It seemed to Peter that he and Julie stood there looking at each other for seconds, but probably no one but Tommy noticed. "Take it as read," cried Peter boisterously, and emptied his glass. His example was infectious, and they all followed suit, but Donovan remarked across the table to him:
"You spoiled a humorous situation, old dear."
Dinner over, they pushed the table against the wall, and pulled chairs round the fire. Dessert, crackers, chocolates and cigarettes were piled on a small table, and the famous liqueur came in with the coffee. They filled the little glasses. "This is a great occasion," said Donovan; "let's celebrate it properly. Julie, give us a dance first."
She sprang up at once. "Right-o," she said. "Clear the table."