The feast is unusually delayed tonight." "It's coming now," announced Alla.

"To the food, all!" Philip was nowhere to be seen, nor did Patty see the Farringtons near her, but feeling glad of the hint of refreshments, she followed where Blaney led.

Soon, she found herself ensconced on a divan, heaped with pillows, and many people were offering her strange-looking dishes.
"_Chili con carne_ ?" said one, "or common or garden Welsh Rabbit ?" "I never tasted the Chili stuff," laughed Patty, "but I love Welsh Rabbit.

I'll take that, please." But, alas, the Welsh Rabbit Patty had in mind was a golden, delectable confection, light and dainty of character.

She was served with a goodly portion of a darkish, tough substance, of rubbery tendencies and strong cohesive powers.
In vain she essayed to eat it; it was unmanageable, and, to her taste, positively inedible.