executioner, all but cutting off her head with the knife with which he had carved the turkey!
To see Alayne as the Statue of Liberty, holding a bedroom lamp on high ("Look out, Alayne, don't tilt it so; you'll have the house on fire!"), and Finch as a hungry immigrant!
You saw the family of Jalna at their happiest in exuberant play.
Even when the guests were gone and the Whiteoaks getting ready for bed, they could not settle down. Ernest, in shirt and trousers, prowled through the dim hallway, a pillow from his bed in one hand. He stopped at Renny's door. It was ajar. He could see Renny winding his watch, Wake sitting up in bed, chattering excitedly. Ernest hurled the pillow at Renny's head. He staggered, bewildered by the unexpected blow, and dropped his watch.
"By Judas," he said, "if I get you!" With his pillow he started in pursuit.
"A pillow fight! A pillow fight!" cried Wake, and scrambled out of bed.
Ernest had got as far as his brother's room. "Nick," he shouted, in great fear, "save me!"
Nicholas, his gray mane on end, was up and into it. Piers, like a bullet, sped down the hall. Finch, dragged from slumber, had barely reached the scene of conflict when a back-handed blow from Eden's pillow laid him prostrate.
Nicholas's room was a wreck. Up and down the passage the combatants surged. The young men forgot their loves, their fears, their jealousies, the two elderly men their years, in the ecstasy of physical, half-naked conflict.
"Boys, boys!" cried Meg, drawing aside her chenille curtain.
