"I will get you some dinner, my dear, for Clive's sake.

And meanwhile your ladyship will have the kindness to seek for some other apartments--for not a bit shall my fire cook for any one else of your company." And with this the indignant little landlady sailed out of the room.
"Gracious goodness! Who is the woman ?" cries Lady Anne.

"I never was so insulted in my life." "Oh, mamma, it was you began!" says downright Ethel.

"That is--Hush, Alfred dear!--Hush, my darling!" "Oh, it was mamma began! I'm so hungry! I'm so hungry!" howled the little man on the sofa--or off it rather--for he was now down on the ground, kicking away the shawls which enveloped him.
"What is it, my boy?
What is it, my blessed darling?
You shall have your dinner! Give her all, Ethel.

There are the keys of my desk--there's my watch--there are my rings.