Aunt Caroline looked surprised; Uncle Jim gave an expressive whistle, while even on Marion's face was an expression of curiosity.
"I do not even know what is in the basket," repeated Irma, "though the fairy godfather said it held fruit and cakes."
"I should say so," exclaimed Uncle Jim lifting the cover. "What fruit! And that cake looks as if it had been made in Paris. Just now these are much more attractive than those spangled scarfs I wrestled for with that Hindu. By the way, Irma, are these for show or use? They look too good to eat."
"Try them and see," answered Irma.
"I'd be more eager to eat if I knew the name of the fairy godfather."
"I don't know it myself," said Irma.
"This feast will dull our appetites for the nine o'clock rarebit," interposed Uncle Jim, who had made a test of the basket's contents.
"I am sure a fairy godfather wouldn't use poison," and Aunt Caroline followed Uncle Jim's example.
When Irma turned to offer the basket to Marion, he had left the group.