I'll have a wing of something myself.

The fact is, Jilly," said he, when Raffles had departed on his quest, "I wanted to get the beast out of the way while I told you I'd got an idea." "Oh, _what_, Tom ?" asked Jill, in tones of surprised pleasure.

Tom glanced round cautiously, and then whispered, "You and I'll give a small kick-up here on our own hooks.

What do you say ?" "A party! Oh Tom! how clever of you to think of that!" "You see," said Tom, accepting the homage meekly, "the other day in the library, when we were turning out all the drawers, I found a whole lot of `At Home' cards, and the list of fellows that were asked to Roger's birthday party." "How lovely!" exclaimed Jill; "we'll just--" But here the return of Raffles, and a significant scowl from Tom, warned her to defer her suggestion.
The meal over, the conspirators met in the library, and put their heads together over Tom's documents.
"That's about the ticket, isn't it ?" said he, displaying one of the invitation cards which he had experimentally filled up.
"_Dr Brandram_-- "_Mr and Miss Oliphant at home on Wednesday, December 2, at 7 o'clock.

Music, dancing, fireworks, etcetera_.
"_R.S.V.P_." "But we haven't got any fireworks," suggested Jill; "we'll have to get some.