"Will you take me in to dinner, Pete, or do you think I'm too despicable to be fed ?" The truth was that they were all four in such high spirits that they could no more help playing together than four colts could help playing in a grass field.

Besides, Vincent had taunted Adelaide with her inability ever to make it up with Wayne.

She left no trick unturned.
"I don't know," she went on as they sat down at table, "that a marriage is quite legal unless you hate your mother-in-law.

I ought to give you some opportunity to go home and say to Mrs.Wayne, 'But I'm afraid I shall never be able to get on with Mrs.Farron.'" "Oh, he's said that already," remarked Vincent.
"Many a time," said Pete.
Mathilde glanced a little fearfully at her mother.

The talk seemed to her amusing, but dangerous.
"Well, then, shall we have a feud, Pete ?" said Adelaide in a glass-of-wine-with-you-sir tone.