"Now, who will have wallaby stew?" said the master of ceremonies, with the charm of manner which beguiled so easily the uninitiated. "You will have some, of course, dear?"
"I shall have nothing of the sort. I shall have an egg."
"Very well, dear; but you are making a mistake. Miss Neville, you will have some, of course."
"Don't pester the wretched girl with it every morning."
"Of course she would like it," came irritably from the president. "Wallaby is a great luxury. You ought to be very glad I am able to get it for you. This is the only place I have heard of where they want to throw it on the midden."
Selwyn began to heap a plate.
"If I must have it, Mr. Selwyn, not so much, please," Maud said.
"I don't know why you pester everyone to eat your things," said Mrs. Selwyn, continuing the attack.
"I hate seeing everything I shoot wasted," Selwyn replied, testily.