“Why, Joanne, it’s fine,” he said with an air of surprise.
“Humph!” she retorted, “that sounds as if you expected it wouldn’t be fit to drink.”
“To tell you the truth I had my doubts. Where did you learn how?”
“At camp, of course. Is your egg right? I think they’re nicer coddled than just plain boiled, more digestible, too.”
“How do you know that?”
“Oh, Miss Dodge told me. I’ll get some more toast; I’m keeping it hot.”
“It’s mighty good toast, too,” commented her grandfather as she went out. “Isn’t it the butler’s duty to bring it in?”
“The cook will have to do it this time, for the butler isn’t accustomed to gas stoves and may burn his fingers.”
“If this keeps up we’d better get an electric toaster,” said Dr. Selden as he helped himself to the toast Joanne brought in. “By the way, what about our dinner? It is quite plain to me that we shall have no cook to-day.”
“James, I am surprised at you,” returned Joanne. “Me ’ere with han hexcellent character, me what ’as cooked for has many has fourteen hat table, to ’ave such himputations cast at me. Hit’s hinsulting, that’s what hit his. I can take han hinsult has good has annybody, but there his limits, and Hi don’t suffer nobody to say I ain’t no cook.”