“Your father?” asked Louise frivolously.
“No, the fish!”
Tom rushed upstairs to change his clothes, while Louise thoughtfully ate another sandwich and called Winona.
Winona came running down the back stairs.
“Did you keep him?” she said. “I couldn’t find where I’d put the change.”
“It wasn’t the ice-man,” said Louise, “it was Tom.”
“Tom?” asked Winona. “But he was gone for the day.”
“Anyway, he’s back. And—Winona Merriam, we’ll have to make more sandwiches for supper, or dinner or whatever it is. Two ministers and one wife are coming here to dinner to-night.”
Winona sprang to her feet and snapped her book shut.
“Sandwiches!” she said scornfully. “Don’t you know you have to feed convention people? Mother would die, and the Ladies’ Aid faint in a body, if we gave them sandwiches for dinner. No. They have to have a course dinner!”