"I thought Laurel would like them."
"They are beautiful, Belle," said Cora, looking with admiration at
the dainty green vines with their freshly-blown, colored bells that
trailed from the glass bowl in the center of the table. "Nothing
could be more artistic, and we enjoy them even if Laurel has missed
them," Cora finished.
"But the food," demanded Hazel. "It is of that we sing. Food,
food! Isn't it good; a girl is a loon who can't eat what she
could," sang Hazel, with more mirth than English.
"Eggs, eggs, bacon and eggs."
"She eats all she can, then sits up and begs," sang Cora helping
herself to that portion of the fare, and keeping time with the
humming toast.
Bess was taking her third slice of bread. That inspired Belle.
"Bread, bread, Nettie's good bread--"
"When Bess took the loaf, we nearly fell dead," sang out Belle,
rescuing the much-worn loaf from which Bess was trying to get a
slice.
"The toasts are very well as far as they go," commented Cora, "but I
notice that the food stuffs go farther."
"And the boys are coming at ten," remarked Hazel. "I'm glad I
cooked. I don't have to wash the dishes."
"But the boys were going out in the canoe and now it's gone," Belle
reminded them. "They were going to take the prize canoe, and the
red one, and we would all then have a chance to float out together.
Now, of course, we won't be able to go.
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