And then with a grand air-- "I'm so glad you dropped in, sir--an' just at supper time.

Pass your plate an' allow me to help you to some batter bread." "Batter bread! Ah, just what I was hoping for," her guest replied, thankfully extending his plate for the imaginary feast.
"Thank you.Delicious.The very best I've tasted for a year.

Did you make it yourself ?" "Oh, dear, no--the cook." "Ah, of course! Pray pardon me, I might have known." The little hostess inclined her head.

"Take plenty of butter.

'Cause batter bread isn't good 'thout butter." "Thank you--what lovely golden butter.