“And not a petit déjeuner either,” said Nancy.
“I didn’t eat any more than you did,” retorted Martha. “You had three muffins, an egg, and a heap of bacon, besides peaches and cream.”
“Don’t let’s stop to quarrel over what we ate,” said Jeanette. “We must get right to work. You allot our tasks, Miss Ashton, and we’ll do our best to perform them.”
It was two o’clock before everything that could be prepared ahead of time was finished.
“What are you going to wear this afternoon?” asked Martha, as they left the kitchenette.
“My flowered chiffon, I think,” replied Nancy; “and I’m going to keep it on for the evening, too. In fact, it is the only thing I have that is at all suitable.”
“What about you, Janie?”
“Would the powder blue georgette be too dressy, do you think?”
“Not a bit, and you look so lovely in it,” replied Nancy. “And why don’t you wear your green and white figured georgette, Mart?”
“I guess I will.”