"Half of it's going to leave." Mr.Bell came out of his towel and looked from one to the other for some explanation of this attempted joke, "What nonsense are you talking ?" he demanded.
"I think it's nonsense myself," said the pretty young woman--her hand on the doorknob.

"But you'd better enjoy those biscuits of Di's while you can--you won't get many more! There's Gerald--good night!" And off she ran.
Diantha set the plateful on the table, puffy, brown, and crisply crusted.

"Supper's ready," she said.

"Do sit down, Mother," and she held the chair for her.

"Minnie's quite right, Father, though I meant not to tell you till you'd had supper.