She thought they were grand.
I know plenty well she prized them more than these blue ones or she wouldn't have saved them and used these for every day.

There they set, all so carefully taken care of, and the Girl doesn't even look at them.
Thank Heaven, there are the four remaining plates all right, anyway! Now I've got seed in some of the saucers; one is there; where on earth is the last one?
And where, oh unkind fates! are the cups ?" He found more saucers and set them with the plates.

As he passed the engine he noticed the saucer on it was bubbling grease, literally exuding it from the particles of clay.
"Hooray!" cried the Harvester.

He took it up, but it was so hot he dropped it.

With a deft sweep he caught it in air, and shoved it on a tray.