"Are you sorry you told a naughty fib to-night?" asked Hudson, with his hand on the knob.
"Yes."
"Will you set up the ingredients for a punch?"
"Yes."
"All right then, you may come in," said Hudson, graciously, opening the door.
"How was the play?" inquired Jack, pleasantly, as he went into his bedroom after the wash-basin, the regular understudy for a punch-bowl.
"Enjoyed it immensely, in spite of your wishes for our entertainment," Hudson declared. "We know now your ideal of talent and beauty."
"Don't blame me. That was all Burleigh's rot," protested Jack, apologetically, but with a chuckle. "Why don't you pull him out?"
"That is a good plan," assented Hudson. "Two of you come up and help me capture the elephant. He may resist." A committee of three went up to wait upon Burleigh.
"What is the sense of this meeting as to the temperature of the grog?" asked Rattleton.