She said the name so sweetly, and after a momentary hesitation, that Miss Larkin promptly kissed her.
“Yes,” she declared. “We’ll all be chums together, and you shall all call me Larky, and I’ll call you by your nicknames. Now, for this cheering dinner of ours. It is belated anyway, but I think by a judicious use of the telephone we can add enough to it to make it a special feast. Kitty, what would you like better than anything else?”
“Ice cream,” said Kitty, so promptly, that one would almost think she had been expecting the question.
“You’ll get it,” said Miss Larkin, with a decided wag of her head. “Now, Mopsy, what will you choose?”
“Little iced cakes,” said Marjorie; “green ones, and yellow ones, and pink and white and choclit ones.”
“King next,” went on the questioner. “Of course, you must choose something that can be bought, not made.”
“Nuts and raisins,” said King, after a moment’s thought.
Then Rosy Posy announced her desire for “fig-crackers,” and the menu was made up.
Miss Larkin bustled away to the telephone, and after a colloquy with the caterer, arranged to have the order sent up at once.
As the dainties desired were all of the nature of dessert, there was no need to delay dinner, and when Sarah announced it, the children realized that they were decidedly hungrier than usual—which was saying a great deal!