support with a festive eye.

"You'll none of you be well long, if you don't mind yourselves!"
answered, with equal spirit, the Doctor, with a quiet eye on his
daughter and her attendant swains.

"Why then I have a sore throat this minute with scolding Mr. Coppinger
for the nonsense he's talking!" declared Mrs. Whelply. "Asking me to
sing a cawmic at the concert he says he's going to have! There's no
fear but whatever _I_ sing will be cawmic enough!"

"I'm sure I'll have great pleasure in cauterising you!" responded the
Doctor, gallantly; "but if you'll take my advice now, you won't want
so much of it later on!"

"I thought you were going to take me on the river," said Tishy in a
low voice to Larry, looking resentfully at her father.

"I'll tell you what we'll do," said Larry, quickly; "much better than
the river--we'll go back to the house and dance! I'll fix it up with
your father!"

"Good egg!" said Sub-Lieut. Talbot-Lowry, with seaman-like decision,
"Miss Mangan will kindly note all waltzes are reserved for use of
naval officers!"

"Miss Mangan will kindly do no such thing!" returned that young lady,
dealing a flash from between her curled eyelashes that put the naval
officer temporarily out of action, so devastating was its effect.