“ ’Twill be served at six-thirty precisely,” replied Marguerite, with one of her unsuccessful attempts at a dignified mien. “Brush your hair and put on clean pinafores, and be prompt when the bell rings.”
“Aye, aye,” called out Hester; and the group on the beach watched the departing pair, and chuckled as they wondered what the two rattlepates would give them to eat.
CHAPTER VIII
FRITTERS AND SALAD
‟WHAT are we going to have for supper, Daisy?” asked Nan, as, arm in arm, they sauntered toward the cottage.
“I don’t know, I’m sure; but, Nannie, just look at those clouds,—those gorgeous ones behind that clump of pine-trees,—all gold and pink, pushing themselves through the green.”
“Yes, they are beautiful. The sun never sets like that at home, does it?”
“No. Oh, here’s the vegetable-man’s cart. Wonder what he’s around so late for? But suppose we get some of his things, ’cause I know there’s nothing in the house to cook.”
“Yes; let’s give them a vegetable supper. They ought to have a light meal after that hearty dinner. What shall we buy?”
“Whatever he has the freshest,” replied Marguerite, with one of her wisest nods.