“Well, you’re a dear child,” said the woman pleasantly. “No, you can’t find the butcher. He’s taken his wife up in the country for the afternoon, and he’s cross as two sticks anyway. Besides, I wouldn’t want him to know I had been so careless, and it’s none of his business anyway. But I was thinking if there was something else I could make.”
“Well, what have you on hand? Let’s look in the refrigerator,” suggested the girl.
“Not much. There’s some cold chicken. I was saving it for Jim and he didn’t come home at noon.”
She hurried to the refrigerator and took out a bowl which Joyce examined.
“There’s half a breast and a drumstick, and both wings. There’s the gizzard too. Why don’t we make some chicken salad. Have you any celery?”
“Yes, I bought a stalk the other day. I like the top leaves to flavor bean soup, but there isn’t much.”
“A little will do. I see you have some tomatoes.”
“Yes, Jim likes them. I say they aren’t very tasty this time of year, not worth the money, but Jim always asks for them.”
“Well, why don’t we stuff them with chicken salad? That would make a beautiful salad dish and make the chicken go farther. Didn’t I see lettuce in the garden? A few leaves will do even if it isn’t very big. And how about mayonnaise?”
“Why, I make a boiled mayonnaise, but it’s late to get it cool, isn’t it?”