“Just put them in the refrigerator until nearer the meal hour,” said her mother, “then they’ll get more crisp!”
“How about this lettuce?” asked Mary Frances, who had it well washed by this time. “Feather Flop didn’t hurt it so much after all,” she said to herself. “I don’t think I’ll say anything about what he did.”
“Put it in this glass-covered dish and place it on the ice to make it crisp in the same way.”
“Here comes Father!” exclaimed Mary Frances, and she and Eleanor ran to meet him.
“Dinner’s about ready, Father,” said the mother, greeting him and nodding her head to the girls to put their “surprise” on the table.
“Billy will be here in a minute,” he replied. “I saw him as I turned in the walk. There he is, now.”
“Why,” he exclaimed, as he looked at the table, “where did these beautiful little red radishes come from? We haven’t seen such beauties this year! And that lettuce! Who’s been sending in such a treat?”
Mary Frances was delighted.