She had used her mother's daintiest china plates, and had scattered violets here and there over the cloth.
"Beau-ti-ful!" they exclaimed in one voice, as though that was all that could be said; but this is what Mary Frances heard as she closed the door:
"Wish I could eat," sighed Toaster Man.
"I know Jube'll want some of that," he added after a moment. "That cat can eat any time of day! I envy her appetite."
"Humph!" exclaimed Sauce Pan, "Jube won't get any of that. This time Jube'll get
CHAPTER XVIII
A MAN'S LUNCH