“Oh, yes, I can,” said Betty, laughing. “Now I’ll be Betty Crusoe, and this house is my desert island. You’re Man Friday, and you must do exactly as I say.”
“I live but to obey your decrees,” said young Pennington, with a deep bow.
“Good! Now, first of all, I’m starving. Are you?”
“I even starve at your command. I am famished.”
“I believe you are, really. Let’s see what we can find.”
Together they went to the pantry, and found cold chicken and peach-pie, a bowl of custard, and various odds and ends of tempting-looking dishes.
“Let’s set the table first,” cried Betty, gleefully. “Do you know where the dishes are?”
“I’ve never really set the table,” Pennington said, “but I’m quite sure the dishes are in the sideboard or the glass cupboard.”
“How clever you are!” said Betty, laughingly; “I do believe you’re right!”
They easily found linen, silver, and glass, and Betty set the table daintily for two.