"All right! You can put them down if you like; only don't ask me to eat them: I expect I shall be stodged by that time, anyhow. Oh Marjie, if only it were true!" Liss hugged her hungry little self, longingly.
"There, that's the complete menu," said Marjorie. She laid down her pencil, took up the writing pad, and began to read:
"Oysters!" She took up her pencil again. "By the way, we can't have oysters."
"Why not?"
"You can only have oysters when there's an R in the month."
"Well, it's August!" said Liss. "And as they aren't going to be there anyhow, they may as well stay in!"
"No," said Marjorie. "This dinner is going to be things we would order here and now—just supposing we could. So don't let us spoil it by putting down impossible things."
Liss at once recognised the logical consistency of this view.
"All right!" she said. "No oysters! Hors d'oeuvres, instead. Then nice hot soup!"
"Yes—Potage à la reine."