"I do," disagreed Tilly, "when everything is so perfectly lovely as this is. They are just the nicest things! And just guess how many hot biscuits I've eaten with this delicious plum sauce! Mr. Hartley says they're wild—the plums, I mean, not the biscuits."
"And it's all such a surprise, too," interposed Alma Lane; "milk, and butter, and all."
Genevieve stared frankly.
"Surprise!—milk and butter!" she exclaimed. "Didn't you suppose we had milk and butter?"
"Why, Genevieve, I—I didn't mean anything, you know, truly I didn't," she stammered. "It's only that—that ranches don't usually have them, you know."
"Don't usually have them!" frowned Genevieve. "Alma Lane, what are you talking about?"
"Why, we read it, you know, in a book," explained Cordelia, hastily, coming to the rescue. "They said in spite of there being so many cows all around everywhere, there wasn't any butter or milk, and that the cowboys wouldn't like to be asked to milk, you know."
"You read it? Where?" Genevieve's forehead still wore its frown.
Mr. Hartley gave a chuckling laugh.