Then, as his wife rose to get some forgotten article, he questioned, with uplifted eyebrows: "Too good to wait upon us, is my lady now, eh ?" "My lady is waiting on you," smiled Billy.
"Yes, I see _this_ lady is," retorted Bertram, grimly; "but I mean our real lady in the kitchen.

Great Scott, Billy, how long are you going to stand this ?" Billy tossed her head airily, though she shook in her shoes.

Billy had been dreading this moment.
"I'm not standing it.

She's gone," responded Billy, cheerfully, resuming her seat.

"Uncle William, sha'n't I give you some more pudding ?" "Gone, so soon ?" groaned Bertram, as William passed his plate, with a smiling nod.