Dad grinned over his newspaper at Aunt Partridge's retreating figure. When Marcy began Hot Cross Buns for the seventh time, he closed his paper with a rustle and said, 'Would you like to take a walk, Laura? It's a lovely evening.'
Mother held up her hand. 'Listen!' she said. From next door came the sound of tootling. Lots of tootling. 'Marcy, dear,' said Mother, 'would you like to go practice your flute with the Fripseys? It would be more fun for you, wouldn't it?'
'Oh, yes; they asked me to but I thought you would all like to hear me practice at home.'
'We do! We do,' said Dad quickly. But I wouldn't want to deprive the Fripseys of the pleasure. I don't want to be selfish about it.' (chapter 4)