Don't think of it." "No, I won't have a fresh plate.

I'm going to keep this one, to serve me right for being so awkward." And no amount of insistence would persuade the foolish girl to have her plate changed.
"Nonsense, Azalea!" Farnsworth remonstrated, "you can't eat that chicken, floating around in a sea of potato and water! Don't be a silly! Let Norah take it." "No, I won't," and a stubborn look came into the black eyes.

But in the meantime, Norah had attempted to remove the plate,--carefully, not to spill the water.
Azalea made a clutch at it, and succeeded in overturning the whole thing,--and the food fell, partly in her lap and partly on the pretty tablecloth.
"Never mind," said Patty, gaily.

"Leave it all to Norah,--she'll do a conjuring trick." And sure enough, the deft waitress whisked the details of the accident out of sight, spread a large fresh napkin at Azalea's place, set another plate for her, and was passing her the platter of chicken almost before she realised what was going on.
"Well, I never!" she exclaimed; "that was _some_ stunt! Say, I'm sorry, Cousin Patty,--but I'm a little kerflummixed,--and I may as well own up to it." "Oh, don't be that!" Patty laughed, carelessly.

"Forget the past and enjoy a piece of hot chicken.