"Sure you liked it, Miss Lulu?"
"Oh, yes! I think they all took their parts real well."
It was not enough. She looked at them appealingly, knowing that she had not said enough.
"You could hear everything they said," she added. "It was—" she dwindled to silence.
Dwight Herbert savoured his rarebit with a great show of long wrinkled dimples.
"Excellent sauces they make here—excellent," he said, with the frown of an epicure. "A tiny wee bit more Athabasca," he added, and they all laughed and told him that Athabasca was a lake, of course. Of course he meant tobasco, Ina said. Their entertainment and their talk was of this sort, for an hour.
"Well, now," said Dwight Herbert when it was finished, "somebody dance on the table."
"Dwightie!"
"Got to amuse ourselves somehow. Come, liven up. They'll begin to read the funeral service over us."
"Why not say the wedding service?" asked Ninian.