Though what she means by that,
with late dinner and afternoon tea every day of her life,
is more than I know."
"Why, that's splendid!" replied Lorne. "Good old Hesketh!
I knew he thought of coming across this fall, but the
brute hasn't written to me. We'll have to get him over
to our place. When he gets tired of the Emmetts' plain
ways he can try ours--they're plainer. You'll like Hesketh;
he's a good fellow, and more go-ahead than most of them."
"I don't think I should ask him to stay if I were you,
Lorne. Your mother will never consent to change her hours
for meals. I wouldn't dream of asking an Englishman to
stay if I couldn't give him late dinner; they think so
much of it. It's the trial of Mother's life that Father
will not submit to it. As a girl she was used to nothing
else. Afternoon tea we do have, he can't prevent that,
but Father kicks at anything but one o'clock dinner and
meat tea at six, and I suppose he always will."
"Doesn't one tea spoil the other?" Lorne inquired. "I
find it does when I go to your minister's and peck at a
cress sandwich at five. You haven't any appetite for a
reasonable meal at six. But I guess it won't matter to
Hesketh; he's got a lot of sense about things of that
sort. Why he served out in South Africa--volunteered.
Mrs Emmett needn't worry.
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