"That--that--barn-door dish!" she ejaculated.
"Barn-door ?" faltered Miss Deborah.
"Barn-yard, I mean," said her sister sternly.

"The idea of having such a thing! Easter is the only excuse for it.

It is undignified,--it is absurd,--it is--it is preposterous!" "It is good," Miss Deborah maintained stoutly.
"I don't deny that," said Miss Ruth, thinking they would have it for dinner the next day, and perhaps the next also,--for it takes more than one day for a family of two to eat up the remnants of a dinner party,--"but you must see it is out of place at a formal dinner.

It must not appear." Discussion was useless.

Each was determined, for each felt her particular province had been invaded.