"This isn't dinner," said Mrs. Spencer, "it's a party supper. Your party, you know, Marjorie."
"Yes'm; I didn't see how Father could send me a party without people. But he did his part, didn't he?"
"Yes, indeed; and we're doing ours. We've all the people that we can have, and so we'll make the best of it."
"I think it's a lovely party," said Delight, "the best one I ever went to. Oh, what are these?"
For Mary was just passing the most fascinating looking dish. It was oyster croquettes, carefully moulded in heart shapes, accompanied by French fried potatoes also cut into little hearts.
"Ellen cut these, I know she did," said Marjorie. "She's such a clever cook, and she loves to make fancy things."
"Your mother is very fortunate with her servants," said Mrs. Spencer, with a little sigh.
And then came lovely brown bread sandwiches, of course they were heart shaped too, and Marjorie declared she'd have heart-disease if these things kept on!
But they did keep on. Next came jellied chicken that had been moulded in heart forms, and lettuce salad with red hearts cut from beets among the crisp yellow leaves.
Then came dessert, and it was a bewildering array of heart ice creams, and heart cakes, and heart bon-bons, and heart shaped forms of jelly.