She put down her palette, and gave a little laugh.
"Head, too?" he persisted.
"That I should have to own to such a thing! A little."
"It's boiled mutton for lunch; Sarah just told me so. I'll go and tell Aunt Kezia you must have something else. What would you like? Chicken? Sole?"
She laughed helplessly.
"Denis, I see her face! No—really—"
She stopped him. "I couldn't touch either. I'm not hungry. I'll have some pudding."
"It's rice puddin'," put in Sheila Pat, her words annotated by protesting squeaks. The Pearl objected to being taken from his cage.
Nell, feeling momentarily more sane, declared valiantly that rice pudding would do nicely.
Aunt Kezia was sorry that boiled mutton did not meet with her approval, so she said.