"Wait till you try the thoup," suggested Tommy.
"I agree with you," said Hazel.
"Your friends do not seem to have the same confidence in your soup making that the rest of us feel," smiled Miss Partridge.
"Perhaps that is because they know my shortcomings better than you do, Miss Partridge," replied Harriet.
A close observer might have seen Patricia and Cora exchange meaning glances.
There was a lively chattering along the tables while the girls were waiting for the serving of the first course, the soup. This was brought to the table in great tureens, one for each table, the guardian who sat at the head of the table serving the soup which was passed along to the other end by the girls themselves. In this case it was Miss Elting who was doing the serving at the table at which the Meadow-Brook Girls were seated.
"This consommé certainly looks delicious," she said with a smile.
"From the smell I should say it must be," declared Jane McCarthy. "I know I could die eating that soup."
"Be careful," warned a voice. "You may."
"I say girls, let's wait till Harriet samples it," suggested Hazel. "It is her last chance at the soup. There's no telling what she might do to us."