“No; but why do you want to know?”
“I thought I might do it.”
“You! You have plenty to do now.”
“Not really, dear. The work here is very easy, and Prissy is getting to be quite a help. It wouldn’t be at all hard to bake some cookies and tarts, make sandwiches, and things like that. I could make pies, using wild berries which the children could gather. Oh, if Jim Rutland is willing, say you’ll let me try, Jack. I’ll bet you’d have the most popular lunch room in Nova Scotia! And think what it would mean, with your commission!”
“I’ve no doubt of its popularity after people had once tasted the good things you can make.”
“I could spread my biscuits with jam, or serve them hot with honey; and, oh, there would be no end to the nice little things, all ready to eat, that you could sell or serve.”
Desiré’s imagination, fired by her enthusiasm, supplied her with numerous ideas to be put into practice if only Jack wouldn’t object.
“Do let me try it, Jack.”
“I’m afraid that you would overwork.”
“Nonsense. Of course I won’t. I promise to give it up if I feel that it’s too much. But I just love to cook.”