"I've heard," said Marjory, reflectively, "that orphans have to eat fried liver."
"Horrors!" gasped Mabel.
"And codfish."
"Oh horrors!" moaned Mabel, who detested both liver and codfish.
"And prunes," pursued teasing Marjory, wickedly remembering Mabel's dislike for that wholesome but insipid fruit. The prunes proved entirely too much for Mabel.
"Pup—pup—prunes!" she sobbed. "And you stand there and don't do a thing to save her! I guess if I were Eliza escaping with my baby on cakes of ice——"
"Rosa Marie's about the right color," giggled Marjory, who could not resist so fine an opportunity to tease excitable Mabel.
"You'd all be glad enough to help, but when it's just me——"
"Oh, we'll help," soothed Jean, slipping an arm about Mabel. "You know we always do stand by you."