“I saw a queer little thing like that for a doll’s tea-set but I didn’t know what it was for,” added Edith.
“It is like everything else—things deemed necessary or fashionable to-day pass into the antiques of to-morrow,” remarked Mrs. Remington.
“Say there, mother! don’t shunt us off on a sidetrack of antiques when we are maintaining that vacant spot for dessert,” asserted Fred, vehemently.
“Where is the welcome dish, anyway?” added Billy.
“Patience—Mose will soon appear with it,” said his mother.
Steps were heard shuffling towards the swing door of the pantry then, and every eye watched the entrance of Mose. He carried a deep covered pudding dish and several tongues smacked in anticipation.
The dish was placed accurately in front of his mistress before Mose ceremoniously removed the silver cover.
“Ugh!” came from expectant Islanders and chairs were pushed back from the table without delay.
“What is it?” wondered Miriam.
“Just some old bread-pudding!” scoffed Edith.