But a hungry howl rent the air as the cover was removed, for certainly the soup looked very scant.
“Never mind,” said the tactful Matron. “We’ll divide it evenly, and we have several other courses.”
“Fish?” asked Jessie, hopefully, for she was fond of it.
“No,” said Hester, feeling as if she had defrauded the girls somehow; “but there’s a beautiful salad.”
Hester’s self-respect returned, however, with the next course, for the Yorkshire pudding was pronounced wonderful, and the roast was tender and beautifully cooked.
“It doesn’t seem a very big roast for two dollars and ten cents, does it?” said Marguerite, thinking of her accounts.
“Don’t be prosaic, Daisy,” said Nan; “never count the cost during the feast.”
Then the salad was brought, and was enjoyed and much complimented; and then the great dish of fruit was passed around.
“I didn’t make any pastry,” said Hester, apologetically; “for I had no time, and I thought the ripe fruit would do as well.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Marjorie, “I love pears. Ow!” And simultaneously Betty made a wry face and left the table.