Why, they're not here.

What a silly book not to have them in! Oh, well, never mind, here's 'Richmond Maids of Honour.' We used to have those at Aunt Isabel's, and they're the loveliest things.

I'll make those, Mancy; and while I'm doing it you make me some wine jelly and some Bavarian cream, and then I can put them together with _marrons_ and candied cherries and whipped cream and things, and make a Royal Diplomatic Pudding." "'Pears like yo's makin' things fine enough for a weddin'," growled Mancy.
"Well, now, look here, last night you thought the things I had for my evening company were too plain, and now you're grumbling because they're too fancy." "Laws, honey, can't you see no diffunce 'tween plain bread and butter and a lot of pernicketty gimcracks that never turns out right nohow ?" A haunting doubt regarding the proportion between her elaborate plans and the simple Tea Club hovered round Patty's mind, but she resolutely put it aside, thinking to herself, "I don't care, it's my first function, and I'm going to have it just as nice as I can." Patty always felt particularly grand and grown up when she used the word _function_, and now that she had mentally applied it to the Tea Club meeting, that simple affair seemed to take on a gigantic amplitude and fairly seemed to cry out for elaborate devices of all sorts.
"Never you mind, Mancy," she said, "you just go ahead and do as I tell you.

Get the jelly and cream ready, and I'll do the rest." "But ain't yo' gwine to have no solidstantial kind o' food ?" "Oh, yes, of course.

I want a _croustade_ of chicken and club-sandwiches." "Humph," said Mancy, her patience giving out at this, "ef yo' does, yo'll hab to talk English." Patty laughed.