I think we ought to give a spread to-night in honor of you.

It isn't every day one finds a long-lost father.

Arline is going to stay to dinner, and, of course, she'll stay afterward." Grace's proposal of a spread met with gleeful approval, and in spite of a hearty six-o'clock dinner, there was no lack of appetite when at ten o'clock Elfreda, who insisted on taking the labor of the spread upon her own shoulders, appeared in the door announcing that it was ready.

By borrowing Grace's table and using it in conjunction with her own, employing the bureau scarf for a centerpiece, and filling up the bare spaces with paper napkins, the table assumed the dignity of a banqueting board.

There were even glasses and plates and spoons enough to go round and one could have either grape juice or tea, Elfreda informed them.
"You'd better take tea first, though, because there are only two bottles of grape juice, and we need that for the toast to Ruth's father.