Thelittlemaidpassedroundmolassesandwaterinsuchsmallcupsthatoneguestactuallyemptiednine。Irefrainfrommentioninghisname，becausethismildbeverageaffectedhimsomuchthatheputcupandallintohismouthattheninthround，andchokedhimselfpublicly。
“YoumustaskNantoplayandsingnow，“saidDaisytoherbrother，whosatlookingverymuchlikeanowl，ashegravelyregardedthefestivescenebetweenhishighcollars。
“Giveusasong，mum，“saidtheobedientguest，secretlywonderingwherethepianowas。
MissSmithsaileduptoanoldsecretarywhichstoodintheroom，threwbackthelidofthewriting-desk，andsittingdownbeforeit，accompaniedherselfwithavigorwhichmadetheolddeskrattleasshesangthatnewandlovelysong，beginning­；“GailythetroubadourTouchedhisguitar，AshewashasteningHomefromthewar。“Thegentlemenapplaudedsoenthusiasticallythatshegavethem“BoundingBillows，““LittleBo-Peep，“andothergemsofsong，tilltheywereobligedtohintthattheyhadhadenough。Gratefulforthepraisesbestoweduponherdaughter，Mrs。Smithgraciouslyannounced，­；
“Nowwewillhavetea。Sitdowncarefully，anddon’tgrab。“