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"The dinner's ready except for putting on the table." Through the flimsy partitions they heard her mounting the uncarpeted stairs, hustling about upon an uncarpeted floor above, and presently descending. "I'll hoof it," she said, reappearing in the doorway. "I'll send for my things this afternoon." Jeb, not caring to provoke the "Ferguson temper," said nothing.
You feel happy to think of it?" "I should think I do just. Clean dazed with happiness!" "Poor Mury!" said Cornelia, again. She looked across the room at the flushed, ecstatic face of the prospective bride, and smiled with tender sympathy. "I'm real glad you're pleased. To-night, just as soon as dinner's over, you must go out and tell your friend. I'll fix it up with Aunt Soph.
"Yer honour," said Jem, "it's only when we're sober that we fall upon affliction. We had not a drop to drink yesterday morning, and see what happened us." "It would have made no differ," I said, "if you had been as tipsy as the Earl himself is when dinner's over. Trust in Providence, Jem, and rub hard with the liniment, and you'll be a new man by the morrow morn."
"I lammed him, as I'd have lammed Robert Bruce if he'd lied to me." The Boy stared at this sudden incursion into history, but all he said was: "Your dinner's waitin'." The minute Mac got inside he looked round hungrily for the child. Not seeing him, he went over and scrutinised the tumbled contents of the bunks. "Where's Kaviak?" "P'raps you'll tell us." "You mean he isn't here?"
Then he turned his face to the wall and really fell asleep. "Beats all," confided Abigail that afternoon, to Grace, watching her deft manipulation of the dinner's pie crust, "what misonderstandable fools these men critters be.
He saw and heard the shrieking, chattering laborers digging, half naked, amid the scattered blocks of sculptured stone and, before and beneath them, the upper edge of the doorway which they were uncovering, the door behind which he was to find who knew what treasures. "Mr. Bangs," called Martha from the foot of the stairs, "dinner's ready."
One officer, Raymond, I think, said in a careless manner: "Guynemer's fate will be ours, of course." Somebody protested: "The country needs men like you." To which Deullin answered: "Why does it? There will be others after us, and the life we lead...." But Captain d'Harcourt broke in gaily: "Come on; dinner's ready and with this bright moon and clear sky we are sure to get bombed."
"But," he added morosely, "I'll be damned if I go back to that hotel before dinner's over.... Great Scott! I forgot again. I don't swear!" "Have you any other unnatural accomplishments?" I inquired, chuckling. "I'm so full of 'em I can hardly stick," he assented gloomily. "I don't drink or smoke or swear or play pool or cards, and on Sundays I go to church." I laughed outright.
He jumped to his feet and cried: "The game starts in an hour and a half; I've got to hustle up there." "Not until you've eaten," said Ma Holbrook, firmly. "Dinner's ready this minute." Teeny-bits did a bit of swift mental calculation; the team was already at lunch; he could not reach the gymnasium in time to be with them; it would be better to eat here and join the squad at the field.
Well," turning to me, "dinner's ready, if you are." "I shall be in a few minutes," I answered. "I want to see Mother first." Breaking the news to Mother was a duty which I dreaded. But it turned out to be not dreadful at all. Mother was surprised, of course, but she did not offer a single objection. Her principal feeling seemed to be curiosity as to my reasons for the sudden change.
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