"And when we used to go cruising on the Mary Stuart."
"Oh tell me about that muddy."
There was a knock. "Come." The spikyhaired waiter put his head in the door.
"Can I clear mum?"
"Yes and bring me some fruit salad and see that the fruit is fresh cut. . . . Things are wretched this evening."
Puffing, the waiter was piling dishes on the tray. "I'm sorry mum," he puffed.
"All right, I know it's not your fault waiter. . . . What'll you have Jimmy?"
"May I have a meringue glacé muddy?"
"All right if you'll be very good."
"Yea," Jimmy let out a yell.
"Darling you mustn't shout like that at table."
"But we dont mind when there are just the two of us. . . . Hooray meringue glacé."
"James a gentleman always behaves the same way whether he's in his own home or in the wilds of Africa."
"Gee I wish we were in the wilds of Africa."
"I'd be terrified, dear."
'I'd shout like that and scare away all the lions and tigers. . . . Yes I would."
The waiter came back with two plates on the tray. "I'm sorry mum but meringue glacé's all out. . . . I brought the young gentleman chocolate icecream instead."
"Never mind dear. . . . It would have been too rich anyway. . . . You eat that and I'll let you run out after dinner and buy some candy."
"But dont eat the icecream too fast or you'll have colly-wobbles."
"I'm all through."
"You bolted it you little wretch. . . . Put on your rubbers honey."
"But it's not raining at all."
"Do as mother wants you dear. . . . And please dont