"Oh dear, how stupid of me! Would you like to have eggs?"
"Seven a shilling," said Grace promptly.
"Are they? Well, it would be rather extravagant, and I'm not sure that we have any."
"Of course we must eat the meat," said Edward manfully. "Don't make faces, Theresa. I'll excuse you from eating the fat."
She peered at him sideways.
"In fact," he was thus forced to admit, "I don't like it myself."
"There's a lovely pudding to make up," said Nancy. "Blackberry and apple pie—and cream; so we'll be good children and eat the meat. Sarah is coming to-morrow, and we'll give the rest of it to her." She smiled serenely, but when the meal was done her husband drew her aside.
"Is that how you practise economy?" he asked.
"What, the cream? It's only once a week, dear."
"No, no—giving away the joint."