"I should never have agreed to stay and dine if I had known that she was the cook." "Go out, by all means; but you need n't be anxious.

Ours is a sort of doll-house-keeping.

We buy everything cooked, as far as possible, and Polly makes play of the rest.

It all seems so simple and interesting to plan for two when we have been used to twelve and fourteen." "May I come in ?" called Edgar from the tiny dining-room to Polly, who had laid aside her Sunday finery and was clad in brown Scotch gingham mostly covered with ruffled apron.
"Yes, if you like; but you won't be spoiled here, so don't hope it.
Mamma and I are two very different persons.

Tie that apron round your waist; I 've just begun the salad-dressing; is your intelligence equal to stirring it round and round and pouring in oil drop by drop, while I take up the dinner ?" "Fully.