“Where did he get that salad dressing,” queried Lilith of Polly, while the new cook was washing the dishes. “There wasn’t a drop in the pantry, and he surely hadn’t time to make it; yet there it was, exactly in the middle of each slice of tomato—and wasn’t it good!”
“It was good, and he made the dressing,” answered Polly.
“How do you know?” queried Lilith in surprise.
“I asked him when I went out to offer my services as dish-wiper,” replied Polly. “Do you know what was in that salad?”
“No, I couldn’t quite make out—tomatoes and cabbage for two things.”
“And macaroni!”
“I thought of that, but I couldn’t believe it was.”
“He found some in the refrigerator, so he chopped some cabbage to go with it; he says he often puts them together.”
“And wasn’t it arranged prettily? Where in the world did he learn to do those things?”
Polly shook her head. “I am going to find out.”