"That's so," said Alicia, looking blank. "I forgot I had to have milk and butter and sugar and a lot of things. Guess we can't do it."
"Guess we can!" retorted Bernice, and she pushed a bell button.
"Oh, Bernie!" exclaimed Dotty, "you oughtn't to call the maid so late!
She'll be in bed."
"Then she won't answer," said Bernice, calmly.
But in a moment a maid did come, and smilingly listened to their requests.
"Some milk, please," said Alicia, "and sugar, and butter,—"
"All the things for fudge, miss?" asked the girl, her eyes taking in the chafing-dish. "Certainly. In a moment."
She disappeared and the girls burst into peals of laughter.
"It's impossible to do anything frisky here," said Alicia, "because everything we want to do, is looked on as all right!"
"Well, it isn't a dreadful thing to make fudge of an evening," put in
Bernice.