ceremony coming into the middle of it. I wonder who Alfred ought to

invite, Harold. Just the immediate relations; one doesn't want a great

crowd of people and one doesn't want not to show respect."

"But he hated our relations--most of them."

"He's not hating them now," said Mrs. Johnson, "you may be sure of

that. It's just because of that I think they ought to come--all of

them--even your Aunt Mildred."

"Bit vulturial, isn't it?" said Mr. Polly unheeded.

Wouldn't be more than twelve or thirteen people if they all came,"

said Mr. Johnson.

We could have everything put out ready in the back room and the

gloves and whiskey in the front room, and while we were all at the

ceremony, Bessie could bring it all into the front room on a tray and

put it out nice and proper. There'd have to be whiskey and sherry or

port for the ladies...."

Where'll you get your mourning?" asked Johnson abruptly.

Mr. Polly had not yet considered this by-product of sorrow. "Haven't

thought of it yet, O' Man."

The History of Mr Polly