“I am frightened to death, Lizzette,” said Elsie.
“Chut! Helen Mason ees only la femme ordinaire, and reech! Helas! l’argent zat petite femme frow to ze winds. Lizzette haf catch some for you, anyway.”
Margaret opened the door just then and the three sat down to discuss the important move.
“Honestly, Lizzette, now, do you think I can manage their great dinners? Why, I haven’t the least idea how to plan any work beyond my own little kitchen.”
“Vraiment, c’est une bagatelle ven you haf got ze hang of sings. Nefer you fear. I take you under my wing for three, four days and zen we vill see! Ze chance was so très-bon to help Margaret——”
“And all of us,” interrupted Elsie softly.
“Oui; ze pomme de terre and ze sel go by ze board now, eh, Elsie?”
“O Lizzette, what a good friend you have been!” exclaimed Margaret.
“Bah! eet ees only selfishness. I want myself some good sings to eat. Now, Elsie, I gif you my recipes; vous savez zat you read zem wiz care and learn zem by heart. Sans doubte, you exercise your skill to ze charm of madam.”
“Tell us about her.”