“That accounts for all those chittering sparrows,” Nancy said.
“And some of those buttermilk men threatens not to come any more if I don’t stop serving it to them.”
“What do you say to them, Dolly, when they object to it?”
“Well, sometimes I say one thing, and sometimes another. Sometimes I say it’s orders to serve it; and sometimes I say will they please to let it stand by their plate not to get me in trouble with the management; and sometimes I coax them to take it.”
“By an appeal to their better nature,” Nancy said. “I’m glad Dick can’t hear all this,—he’d think it was funny.”
“We don’t have so much trouble with the broths,” Molly said, “but so many people would rather have the cream soups Gaspard makes, that we waste a good deal.”
“It sours on us,” Dolly elucidated.
“What do you think would be the best way out of that?”
“I think to charge for the invalid things,” Dolly said; “people would think more of them 228 if they was specials, and had to be paid good money for. Health bread, if you didn’t call it that, would go good, if it cost five cents extra.”