"Then you may look upon me as your grandmother," said the girl demurely.
Of course all three laughed heartily at this absurdity. Then Lucy moved about with quick steps, and soon a goodly supper of mutton-chops was fizzling in the frying-pan, sending forth savory odors that made their mouths water. Presently Lucy drew out a table, and placed upon it the chops and some cold bread.
"I would boil some potatoes," she said, "but you might not like to wait so long."
"I think we won't wait, Lucy."
"You haven't told me your name," said Lucy as they drew up to the table.
"My name is Harry Vane," said the possessor of that name.
"And mine is Jack Pendleton."
"Harry and Jack," repeated Lucy, nodding.
"Yes."
"And where do you come from?"