"You're a darling, Patty," Mona said, "and I was perfectly amazed at those wonderful messes you fixed up for luncheon."
"I don't approve of the term you apply to my confections!"
"Well, you know what I mean. They were all PERFECT, you fairly outdid
Francois."
"That's better. Now, Mona mine, we must acquire some servants, and that right speedily."
"Yes, but how? I think I'd better telephone the dinner guests not to come."
"I'd hate to do that. They're Adele's friends, and she's so anxious to have them come here."
"I know it, but what can we do? I won't let you cook again."
"No, I don't want to cook dinner. Luncheon seems different, somehow.
But I do believe if I take Camilla, and scour all the plains around
Spring Beach, I can catch something that can cook."
"I'd hate to have a poor cook."
"Yes, I know; I mean a first-class cook, though, perhaps not a chef."