"Do you know how a log falls?" said Berry. "Because, if- "

I could not get Daphne to see that, if Berry had not withdrawn
his head, the roll would not have hit the Sargent. However.

The good works of which Daphne is sometimes full occasionally
overflow and deluge those in her immediate vicinity. Very well,
then. A local institution, whose particular function has for the
moment escaped me, suddenly required funds. Perhaps I should say
that it was suddenly noised abroad that this was the case, for it
was one of the kind that is always in this uncomfortable plight.
If one day someone were to present it with a million pounds and
four billiard tables, next week we should be asked to subscribe
to a fund to buy it a bagatelle board. At any rate, in a burst
of generosity, Daphne had undertaken that we would get up a show.
When she told us of her involving promise, we were appalled.

"A show?" gasped Jonah.

"Yes," said Berry. "You know, a show- , display. We are to
exhibit us to a horrified assembly."

"But, Daphne darling," said Jill. "What have you done?"

"It's all right," said my sister. "We can do a play. A little
one, you know, and the Merrows will help."

"Of course," said Berry. "Some telling trifle or other. Can't
we dramatize 'The Inchcape Rock'?"