I wonder if it wouldn't be nice to have it served on the corner of the veranda in front of our rooms, under the shade of that big tree." "I think that would be famous," said Kate.
They ate together under the spreading branches of a giant maple tree, where they could see into the nest of an oriole that brooded in a long purse of gray lint and white cotton cord.

They could almost reach out and touch it.

The breakfast was good, nicely served by a neat maid, evidently doing something so out of the ordinary that she was rather stunned; but she was a young person of some self-possession, for when she removed the tray, Mrs.Jardine thanked her and gave her a coin that brought a smiling: "Thank you very much.

If you want your dinner served here and will ask for Jennie Weeks, I'd like to wait on you again." "Thank you," said Mrs.Jardine, "I shall remember that.

I don't like changing waiters each meal.