“Ah yes,” sighed he, “how too-too!” for he had caught that saying up by now. “Selia!” he went on madly, “I too must go as soon as we’ve got through the food and buy some things like theirs in dozens, and I shall have Withersquash wrote on in sewn letters being smarter than Harold. Never never before did I know the shame of only having two of everything one to wear and one to wash until I peeped into this splendid wardrobe!” “Yes, you must indeed,” Selia agreed, “and why not have a neat little “£sd” done underneath like they have their little crowns done, that would surely be a pretty touch seeing you are a millionaire!” “Selia, my own!” cried he, “you have said it! And it shall be done and you shall have some attire too for your pretty thought!” She was so glad at these words that she poked about a bit more in the cupboard and what did she espy but two littler piles of close all as white as snow with a little card over them saying “Sunday.” That finished Mr. Withersq and he slid down the bannisters after her, they were so pleased with things, to the room where the Majpottels were waiting. Five of the pink housemaids were dojjing round the table which was nice and large and full of good food in plenty. “Pray be seated,” cried Gerald, “and fall too.” He was a nice sleek young man with black slick hair and talked as though with sweets tucked in the mouth. So they all sat and ate beef and batter and peas for a start. “How nice your room is,” said Selia through the food she had stuffed in her mouth. “Is it not?” modestly replied Rupert, then he went on: “Our colours are good are not they?” at which Selia and Mr. Withersquash both nodded a good many times over and ate some more. The room was a grand site indeed, crimson and scarlet and red and vermilion, very odd, with purpley curtains like pretty ink. “And what do you think of our fireplace?” went on Rupert, blinking his green eyes. It was all made of white stone carved out into dogs and monkeys and things like that with a great face in the middel, twinkley drop things of sparkling glass stood at each end of it and a gold clock in the middel under a shade. “That is very nice,” politely replied Selia. “Yes, it cost a good bit,” Rupert said. He then past them some salmon done up with bits of egg and greenery and they ate that, and then some ham with hot pickels, and then some nice boiled pudding with jam on it and some frute tart with blobs of stiff cream and a few ices after (wrapped up in lace paper they were too), and some very costly kinds of fruits like aprycots and grapes which they washed down with every kind of wines and beer for as soon as Selia and Mr. Withersquash had emtied a glass of wines or beer a pink housemaid came and filled it up again, because the butler who was leaning against the wall at the back told them to. But the brothers Majpottel ate almost nothing which is a very polite thing to do, and in that case you have it in the pantry or up in your bedroom later on.