“Such as what?”
“Oh, clothes-pins and––well, all those pans. Did you need so many?” he answered helplessly.
They laughed his masculine judgment out of countenance, and chatted away about what they should do next, until their order arrived.
They were like three children as they ate their lunch, recalling now and then some purchase which gave them particular pleasure.
Suddenly Julia Cloud lifted her hands in mock distress. “I know what we’ve forgotten! Dish-towels!” she said.
“Dish-towels! Why, sure. We have to have a lot so we can all wipe dishes when the cook goes out. Will five dollars buy them, Cloudy?” asked Leslie distressingly.
“Well, I certainly should hope so!” said Julia Cloud, laughing. “The idea! Five dollars’ worth of dish-towels!”
“Well, we’ll go and get them at once,” said Leslie; “and after that we’ll do the bedrooms.”
Five o’clock found them wending their way homeward once more, tired but happy.