By the time that the chums had given their order to another waiter, J.Elfreda's luncheon was served and she devoted herself assiduously to it.

When Grace and her friends had finished luncheon, however, the stout girl still sat with elbows on the table waiting for a second order of dessert.
"Good gracious!" remarked Miriam as they made their way back to their seats.

"No wonder J.Elfreda is stout! I suppose I shouldn't refer to her, even behind her back, in such familiar terms, but nothing else suits her.

I'm not charitable like you, Grace.

I haven't the patience to look for the good in tiresome people like her.