"Cake?" he asked presently, after silently observing her.
Judy shook her head violently, the violence intended to hide the mortification of having to confess the absence of the delicacy.
"Punch did," he said. "Cake, an' tea, an'——"
"Bun?" burst in Judy; and then it was Punch's turn to look disappointed. Buns had not been provided at his entertainment.
"Doody did," went on Judy; "an' milk, an'——"
"Punch had tea," interrupted Christopher.
"An' man," went on Judy, with immense emphasis.
Christopher looked at her solemnly, as he dived into the recesses of his memory; not a man had graced his tea-party!
"Man?" persisted Judy, searching his eyes with her blazing orbs.
There was a silence.