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One Hundred Per Cent Plus.
Then she went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, prepared for what she would see, by what she heard as she approached.
With Katy's apron tied around his waist, Donald Whiting was occupied in squeezing orange, lemon, and pineapple juice over a cake of ice in a big bowl, preparatory to the compounding of Katy's most delicious brand of fruit punch.

Without a word, Linda stepped to the bread board and began slicing the bread and building sandwiches, while Katy hurried her preparations for filling the lunch box.

A few minutes later Katy packed them in the car, kissed Linda good-bye, and repeatedly cautioned Donald to make her be careful.
As the car rolled down the driveway and into the street, Donald looked appraisingly at the girl beside him.
"Is it the prevailing custom in Lilac Valley for young ladies to kiss the cook ?" inquired Donald laughingly.
"Now, you just hush," said Linda.

"Katy is NOT the cook, alone.