"But supposing you were invited to stay and share our banquet, would you?"
"Were I sure the invitation was heartfelt, I should be sorely tempted; wouldn't you, Quimby?" Mr. Stanwood replied, easily.
Poor Quimby twirled his thumbs confusedly, and murmured something about leaving the ladies to enjoy their "feast" alone.
"We have eatables enough for six, as Nat was just now intimating," went on Cyn, who certainly had a touch of true Bohemianism in her composition, as well as Jo Norton. "But our dishes, 'ay, there's the rub,'" and she laughingly held up the coffee-urn, while the less adaptable Nattie thought apprehensively of the propensity of things to cool.
Undaunted by the urn, Mr. Stanwood said, with humorous wistfulness, but looking at Nattie,
"You won't force us to eat the dishes, will you? and that steak smells so nice, and I haven't had any dinner!"
"Then away with ceremony and sit down to the banquet!" said the reckless Cyn, regardless of the protest in Nattie's face; and truth to tell, the former young lady was not at all averse to this addition to their number.
And to the consternation of Quimby, and dismay of Nattie, and possibly a little to the surprise of
