"Bread," said the twins together, and surely nobody could have criticised their suggestion as ridiculous.
"Yes," said Dorothy, and then turning to the grocer, she said politely, "Have you any bread?"
"Yes, miss," replied the grocer, staring in amazement at the four excited children; "what kind?"
"Why, just bread," said Dorothy; "fresh bread, you know. Is there more than one kind?"
"Yes, miss. Square loaf, long loaf, twist loaf and raisin bread."
"Oh!" exclaimed Dorothy, appalled by this superabundant variety.
But Leicester came to the rescue. "Raisin bread," said he; "that's the kind. And then we want some butter, if you please."
"Print, pat or tub?"
"Oh, not a whole tub full," said Dorothy, diligently trying to be sensible; "we couldn't carry a tub. I think we'll take a—a print."
"Yes, miss; anything else?"