"The song it is," cried Griffin, stepping on a chair and beginning to beat time with a big paint-brush. "Now then, all together, my children. Warble!",
Here David, who had been fidgeting with his cigar, broke in impatiently.,
Tom Hughes, who had been surreptitiously glancing at his watch beneath the table cover, spoke reluctantly..
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