“I’ve prunes and peaches, pies and pills,
To feed you well, and cure your ills.”
“Thank you, but we haven’t any ills!” cried “Brown Betty,” as her friends were beginning to call her, for certainly she was tanned most becomingly. “However, we do want the lottest lot of things. Where is that list, Mollie?”
“You have it.”
“No, I gave it to you.”
“Grace had it last,” volunteered Amy. “She said she did not want to forget——”
“Oh, we know what Grace doesn’t want to forget,” interrupted Mollie with a laugh. “Produce that list, Grace,” and it was forthcoming.
“You see we have let our supplies run low,” remarked Betty as she gave her order,
“Are you going on a long cruise?” Mr. Lagg, wanted to know.
“To sail and sail the bounding main,
And then come back to port again?
“Of course I know that isn’t very good,” he apologized. “When I make ’em up on the spur of the moment that way I don’t take time to polish ’em off. And of course Rainbow Lake isn’t exactly the bounding main, but it will answer as well.”