"Well," I said, "I did think of sitting by the fire and—er—just watching it burn."
"Oh, dear," said Margery, "please don't be dense. I mean, what are you going to do at the show?"
I passed my hand over my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said; "I'm afraid I don't.... Have I been to sleep for ten years or anything?"
"Tell him," said Margery impatiently. "You'll have to start right at the beginning."
I sat down expectantly.
"Well," began Cecilia, "Christmas is coming and we shall be full up."
"Of course, of course," I murmured deprecatingly. "You want me to get some medicine ready for you?"
"I mean the house will be full up," explained Cecilia coldly. "The point is we must arrange something beforehand—some sort of entertainment."
"Good heavens," I said, "you're not going to hire the Sisters Sprightly or anything, are you?"