“I believe it is one of the regular things. Derby Day without pigeon-pie would be—an incomplete arrangement.”
“Well, Spencer, my dear boy, as you are posted, please receive my carte blanche to order all the ‘regular things,’ and everything else that is comfortable.”
Young Spencer nodded and laughed; took from the General’s hand a card and a pencil, and made out a liberal list which he handed to the waiter, saying:
“See that all these articles are put into clean hampers, and stowed away in the boxes of the General’s barouche.”
The man left the room with the list, and returned with the breakfast tray.
And the family party and their visitors sat down to the table.
Anna presided.
“Where is my godson?” inquired the General, discontented at the absence of his favorite.
“He had his breakfast in my room, an hour ago, so that he might be got ready to go with us,” said Drusilla.
“Ah! yes, well, I suppose under the circumstances it was as well,” admitted the General.