"I'm going again."
"Did she ask you?"
"Of courth the athked me. And I thaid I'd go if the'd wear a white dreth. I don't like a black dreth."
Silence reigned about the table.
"I wish I knew whether he's done harm or good," sighed Helen.
"Good, I should say, or Fräulein's mother wouldn't have asked him to come again," said Ethel Blue.
"At this uncertain moment I think we'd better have some refreshments," said Dorothy.
"I'm certainly in need of something sustaining," groaned Roger.
"Then try these sugar cookies of Ethel Brown's."
"Let me write down right now how she makes them," exclaimed Della, borrowing a pencil from Tom. "This is the kind you're going to make for the orphans, isn't it?"