“And what have you been doing without me?”
“Well, I have been trying to make up my mind whether to have a span or a lean-to conservatory.”
“You are positively incorrigible.”
“Then I tried my hand on the plum-pudding and failed. So now we shall have to do without.”
“No, ten thousand times no,” replied Mrs. Birdwood triumphantly. She went to a corner cupboard, unlocked it, produced a tin, took off the lid. “Here—here is a real plum-pudding for our happy Christmas dinner.”
“And,” said Mr. Birdwood, “I bought a sprig of mistletoe at the door, and will kiss you under it.”