"It's a howling, screaming, shouting success.

I am endeavouring to find out what it's made of." "You can't do it," said Mr.Fairfield.

"I have tried, too; and it seems to include everything that ever grew on the earth beneath, or in the waters under the earth." "Your guesses are not far out of the way," said Patty composedly.

"I will not attempt to deny that that complicated and exceedingly Frenchified salad is concocted from certain remainders that were set away in the refrigerator after yesterday's dinner." "Who would have believed it ?" exclaimed Frank, looking at his plate with mock awe and reverence.
"Materials count for very little in a salad," said Marian, with a wise and didactic air.

"Its whole success depends on the way it is put together." "Now, that's a true compliment," said Patty; "and it is mine, for I made this salad all myself." After dinner they adjourned to the library, and the girls fell to making plans for the Tea Club, which was to meet there next day.
"I do think," said Marian, "it's awfully mean of Helen Preston to insist on having a bazaar.