Never mind, we'll take meringue glace." "Indeed we won't.

I've changed my mind and I'll order this dinner myself.
You shall have some soup, a broiled chicken, some vegetables and a plain ice cream.

There, how do you like that ?" Cousin Tom didn't speak crossly at all, but very decidedly, and there was a pleasant twinkle in his eye that took away all idea of censure, so Patty said, amiably: "I think it will be very nice and I really don't care what we have, only you told me to suggest something, so I did." "Certainly, that's all right, but your suggestions were suicidal.

Are you familiar with Bacon ?" Oh, thought Patty, he's going to order the breakfast over night, and I hate bacon.
"Yes," she said, "but I don't like it at all." "You don't?
What a perverted taste.

But Boston will soon change that.