Don't you see that ?" "Yes," said La Fleur, "that is reasonable enough, but I must admit that I should like to see them." Miss Panney ignored the latter remark.
"Now do not forget, La Fleur," she said, "to send me word when you get a letter, and then I may write to Miss Drane, but I shall go to work for her immediately.

And now I will leave you to go on with your dinner.

I shall dine here to-day, and I shall enjoy the meal so much better because I know the chef who prepared it." La Fleur resumed her seat and the consideration of her "sweet." "She is a wheedling old body," she said to herself, "but I suppose I ought to give her something extra for that speech." The next morning Mrs.Tolbridge came into the kitchen.

"La Fleur," said she, "what is the name of that delicious dessert you gave us last night ?" The cook sighed.

"She will always call the 'sweet' a dessert," she thought; and then she answered, "That was Blarney Fluff, ma'am, with sauce Irlandaise." Mrs.Tolbridge laughed.