“Some sort of soup; there is a whole row of canned kinds in the pantry. For vegetables I thought of potatoes and baked tomatoes; for dessert I thought I’d have sliced peaches and cream.”
“I call that a good dinner, but, my child, why have the baked tomatoes if you have them in with the meat?”
“Sure enough. I forgot that I have some corn which is the easiest thing in the world to cook and will go well with the rest.”
“I hope you have enough for me,” returned Winnie laughing, “for I adore corn.”
“Oh, there’ll be enough.”
“Then I’ll get mother on the ’phone, and we’ll call it settled.”
The two girls were in the midst of their preparations for dinner when Dr. Selden came in. “What luck?” sang out Joanne.
He came into the kitchen. Winnie, paring peaches, nodded to him. “I can’t shake hands,” she said; “I’m reeking with juice.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had already engaged a cook?” said the doctor smiling at Joanne.
“Oh, this one is only day’s work kind,” retorted Joanne. “Did you find anybody, Grad? Do relieve my anxiety.”