"Good shot," said I. "That entitles you to a vase. If you like,
you can have another two shots instead."
"I'll take the vase," said my sister. "For all the area of the
target, I mightn't hit it again."

"A few years ago," said Berry, "you would probably have been
pressed to death for this impious display. In consideration of
your age, you might instead have been sent to a turret."

"What's a turret?" said Jill.

"Old English for bathroom, dear, and kept there till you had
worked the murder of Becket in tapestry and four acts. I shall
be more merciful. When you can show me a representation of the
man who drew Slipaway in the Calcutta Sweep trying to believe
that it wouldn't have won, even if it hadn't been knocked down
when it was leading by nineteen lengths- "

"Very brilliant," said Daphne, "but the point is, what are we
going to do about to-morrow night?"

"If it goes on like this, we can't go."

"Oh, but we must," said Jill.

"My dear, I'm not going out in this sort of weather without
Sjvensen, and he may be too busy to leave town. Besides, the
blubber hasn't come yet."

"Couldn't we get hold of Wenceslas?" said I. "He's getting five