Then there were always sausages on toast for breakfast, and these are rapture, after six days of Kentish Town Road eggs at fourteen a shilling.
On this particular Sunday there were fowls for dinner, a kind of food that is generally kept for birthdays and grand occasions, and there was an angel pudding, when rice and milk and oranges and white icing do their best to make you happy.
After dinner father was very sleepy indeed, because he had been working hard all the week; but he did not yield to the voice that said, 'Go and have an hour's rest.' He nursed the Lamb, who had a horrid cough that cook said was whooping-cough as sure as eggs, and he said-- 'Come along, kiddies; I've got a ripping book from the library, called The Golden Age, and I'll read it to you.' Mother settled herself on the drawing-room sofa, and said she could listen quite nicely with her eyes shut.

The Lamb snugged into the 'armchair corner' of daddy's arm, and the others got into a happy heap on the hearth-rug.

At first, of course, there were too many feet and knees and shoulders and elbows, but real comfort was actually settling down on them, and the Phoenix and the carpet were put away on the back top shelf of their minds (beautiful things that could be taken out and played with later), when a surly solid knock came at the drawing-room door.

It opened an angry inch, and the cook's voice said, 'Please, m', may I speak to you a moment ?' Mother looked at father with a desperate expression.

Then she put her pretty sparkly Sunday shoes down from the sofa, and stood up in them and sighed.
'As good fish in the sea,' said father, cheerfully, and it was not till much later that the children understood what he meant.
Mother went out into the passage, which is called 'the hall', where the umbrella-stand is, and the picture of the 'Monarch of the Glen' in a yellow shining frame, with brown spots on the Monarch from the damp in the house before last, and there was cook, very red and damp in the face, and with a clean apron tied on all crooked over the dirty one that she had dished up those dear delightful chickens in.