"You must help us, Alicia. We are trying to get up a fashionable company luncheon in your honor, and we can't think of anything fashionable that I have brains enough to cook."
Zee watched closely, but Alicia never so much as smiled, though any one might know Rosalie had meant to be funny.
"Let's not be fashionable," she said evenly. "Let's figure out what is easiest to prepare, and have it."
"Wouldn't be proper," insisted Rosalie. "Doris always wants us to be proper when we have company."
"French fried potatoes are fashionable," said Zee.
"Too much work."
"Corn fritters are nice," said Treasure.
"I do not like corn," said Alicia.
They looked at one another soberly. "I tell you what," said Rosalie at last. "Let's go to the pantry and see what we can find."