Being an Ourday the children were allowed to select whatever they chose from the menu, their parents, however, reserving the right of veto.
"I want roast beef," said Kitty, after scanning the more elaborate, but unfamiliar, names.
"Oh, pshaw, Kit," said her brother, "you can have that at home! Why don't you take something different? It's more of a treat. I choose Supreme of Chicken."
"I don't like soup," said Kitty, innocently, and then they all laughed.
"I think I'll have lobster salad," announced Marjorie, after long study.
"I think you won't," said her father, promptly. "Nobody's to be ill this afternoon, and that's a risky dish for little folks. Try again, sister."
Marjorie cheerfully made another perusal of the bill of fare, and at last declared in favor of chicken hash.
This was willingly allowed, and when Kitty decided on an omelette with jelly, her choice was also commended. Mrs. Maynard added a few wise selections, which were for the good of all concerned, and each chose a favorite ice-cream.
"Oh, what a good time we're having!" said Marjorie. "I do love to eat at a restaurant."
"It is pleasant once in a while," said her father. "But for daily food, give me my own family table."