"Yeth, that ith right," nodded Grace. "No poithon cup for uth."
"Taste it, darlin'," urged Jane.
Harriet with a good natured smile dipped her spoon in daintily, carrying some of the steaming soup to her lips. She tasted the consommé gingerly, then took another spoonful, and hurriedly put the spoon back in the dish. A horrified expression appeared on the face of the Meadow-Brook girl.
"There! What did I tell you?" cried Margery.
"What is the trouble?" asked Miss Partridge.
"Oh-h-h!" gasped Harriet, making a desperate effort to control herself.
A girl on the other side of the table from Miss Burrell, sampled the soup, then hastily dropped her spoon. Margery followed suit a moment later.
"How is it?" questioned Hazel.
"Please don't ask me," declared Margery gloomily.
Miss Elting made a wry face when she tasted the consommé, but said nothing. Some went on eating, others laid down their spoons and leaned back in their chairs. Tommy was the first to break the silence that had settled over the table.