“Never mind, it is all ready to dish up,” Mrs. Law told him.
“My, but it smells good,” said Jerry with much satisfaction. “Did you make plenty of dumplings, mother? They are jolly good with molasses on them.”
“I hope I made enough,” his mother told him. “Cassy and I did not take a hearty dinner, for you were not here, and so we decided to have a hot supper.”
“We don’t have such good things every day,” Jerry remarked, drawing up his chair. “I wonder if we’ll ever have lots and lots to eat; meat every day and dessert. My! it must be fine. I’ll bet that boy I saw to-day has all that.”
“I don’t believe he has dessert every day; I don’t believe anybody has,” Cassy asserted, eyeing her mother as she dished out a plentiful supply of stew upon Jerry’s plate.
“Ho! I’ll bet some people do. Don’t you, mother?”
“Why, yes, of course.”
“Did you use to?” Cassy asked.
“I believe we did.”
“Were we as rich as that?” Cassy looked her surprise.