I'll see you do.

Good old Jilly.

Isn't it going off prime?
And you know, the fireworks are still to come!" It was too severe a strain on the gravity of some of the guests when they beheld each his "go" of lukewarm herring, cocoa-nut, coffee-ice, and penny bun, with a single plate to accommodate the whole, on the board before him.

But the laughter, if it reached the ears of the genial host and hostess, was taken by them as a symptom of delight, in which they heartily shared.
Tom, as he cast his eye down the festive board--object of so much solicitude and physical exertion--never felt happier in his life.

More than half of the company would be able to get a second helping of fish and bun! "Wire in," said he to his guests generally, and to the younger Lady Marigold, his next neighbour, in particular, "before it gets cold.
Awfully sorry the cocoa-nut milk wasn't enough to go round, so Jill and I thought--" Here a guilty look from Jill pulled him up.