Soon they were gathered about the built-in table in the breakfast nook. The sun was streaming in through the double window, and Jip, the canary, flew merrily about his cage above their heads.
“Can’t we do something to help you get ready for to-night?” asked Jeanette, as they were washing the dishes.
“Indeed you can,” replied Miss Ashton promptly. “Lots of things.”
“Good! Give us directions, and we’ll follow them to the letter,” said Nancy gayly.
“We’ll try to, you mean,” amended Martha. “Remember; we’re amateurs.”
“What are we going to have?” inquired Nancy.
“The menu is on top of that cabinet,” said Miss Ashton.
“Fruit cup,” read Nancy. “Um! I love it. Cream of pea soup, with croutons; celery, radishes and olives; breaded veal cutlet, with scalloped potatoes, and asparagus; tomato and lettuce salad with cheese wafers; vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce; cakes, and coffee. How lovely!”
“Oh, it makes me hungry just to listen to it,” cried Martha.
“Mart! And you’ve just finished your breakfast,” laughed Jeanette.