From her lofty perch Teddy looked down and chuckled.
"Well," Lee began, then she laughed. "I might have known you would play some trick, Janet Ferguson. Now we've got to eat a cold lunch, unless—"
"Unless what?"
"You'll lend us your chafing-dish or samovar or something, for it will take hours for that wick to dry."
"Then you deceived me," said Janet, "pretending that you had no alcohol."
"Why, we haven't any."
"Then where's the good of a chafing-dish or a samovar, I'd like to know?"
"But haven't you any alcohol?" asked Lee, innocently.
"Not a drop. This is not Hopper Hall, my sweeting. You will find that if you want a thing here, you will have to provide it your own self. Ted and I don't intend to keep alcohol on tap."
"What are you going to do without it?"