Mary put it down, and found that her mamma had turned out a blancmange and some jelly, and was now unrolling something else. What could it be?
"Only a ham," said Mary, disappointed, and was hissed at by her young brothers, who did not at all disdain ham.
"That is all my contribution," said Mrs. Elliot, as she placed the strawberries at the far end of the tablecloth.
"Not so bad," said Wilmot. "I wish I could get this country fare in London, mother."
"I wish you could, dear."
"Here are Hope's things," said Maude. "Now, Miss Hope, let us see what you can do."
"How awfully jealous Maude is!" said George.
"Not at all," answered Maude; "but she was perfection before she went, and what she must be now—"
"Well," said Hope calmly, "here are a couple of chickens."
"You couldn't have made them," said Mary, nodding.