“No—special-delivery. He says that unexpectedly he is to have his vacation now, and he asks if it will be convenient for him to come.”
“Tell him no!”
“But how can I refuse—there’s Dolly!”
Lilith scowled savagely. “I feel like swearing.”
Polly broke into a laugh.
“Don’t!” Lilith was almost in tears.
“I’d cry if ’twould help us out, but it won’t. If I ever stay home long enough I’ll learn to cook. Mother knows every twist and turn of cookery—why didn’t I have her teach me!”
“Same here!” Lilith jerked out. “There’s no sense in a girl’s not knowing how to make bread and roast meat and all that. See how I spoiled the dinner this noon! I was so mortified it choked me—I couldn’t eat.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” fibbed Polly sympathetically.
“I know! I’ve eaten Benedicta’s pot roasts. It was horribly burned.”