“Don’t get anxious,” said Hugh, “there’s a little more to follow in the morning—little things that don’t keep well, you know. We can easily pick them up at the station as we pass.”
“Little things like——?” said Kate.
“Oh, mustard,” said Hugh—“I remembered how you dislike stale mustard. And butter—you can’t leave butter shut up, you know—and other little things.”
“Half a dozen of everything, I suppose,” Kate said, attacking the hampers. “H’m, champagne.”
“Well, you’ve got to drink the health of those shares.”
“Poultry.”
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“It will keep, won’t it? They assured me it was only cooked at 2 o’clock to-day.”
“Oh, it will keep.”
“Peaches—pineapples—French confectionery.”
“Well, my dear girl, you will all want a square feed when you get to the bottom of those Falls.”