“Well, I don’t see ’s I’m a requisite here,” laughed Benedicta as she returned to the kitchen. “Such things for a man to make!”
“We had White Monkey for supper,” Clementina informed her; “but they wouldn’t let me have any. And then they ate it all up!” she ended plaintively.
“‘White Monkey’!” repeated the housekeeper in a shocked tone.
“Just a cheese dish,” explained Lilith.
Polly threw her arm around Benedicta’s waist. “When are you coming back to stay?” she asked.
The woman looked at her tenderly.
“When you want me?” she queried.
“As soon as you can come. We’ve been lost without you.”
“Huh, looks like it!” she returned. Nevertheless, Polly knew that she was pleased. “When’s your French cook goin’?” with a nod in the direction of Sardis.
“He says he can’t be away beyond his two weeks.”