had retired to fetch the second instalment of accessories, I
pointed the finger of scorn at the table, upon which he had set
the tray.

"That parody emanated from a bazaar," I said contemptuously.

"It does for the garden," said my sister.

"It'd do for anything," said I. " Its silly sides, its crazy
legs-"

"Crazy?" cried Daphne indignantly. "It'd bear an elephant."

"What if it would?" I said severely. "It's months since we gave
up the elephants."

"Is the kettle ready?"

"It boils not, neither does it sing."

"For which piece of irreverence you will do something on
Thursday."

"My dear girl," I said hurriedly, " if it were not imperative
for me to be in Town- "

"You will do something on Thursday." I groaned.

"And this," I said, "this is my mother's daughter! We have
been nursed together, scolded together, dandled in the same