“Yes,” said Lucy, “December.”
“And—Nellie?”
“November.”
“And—Dessie?”
“October.”
“Lola is—January,” said Mrs. Brewer. “Mrs. Yelland, February and Mrs. Torrey, March. The cat, yesterday. I hope my daughters will never be so unladylike.”
Aunt Fanny beat her nose violently, expressing chagrin.
“Come in, girls,” called Mamma. “Tell Auntie Fanny how you make that delightful new salad.”
“Four cups of vinegar,” began Vicky, “a pound of macaroons, nine artichokes, two peppers and a turnip. Crumble the eggs in a warming pan, add the glycerine, chop the tomatoes into small pieces and serve in patty-pans garnished with ostrich feathers.”
“How lovely,” said Lucy.