“Where are you going to get it?” asked Louise meekly.
“Here!” said Winona. “I found one in a magazine the other day. Let’s see what we can do with it.”
Louise looked at Winona with respect. “Do you often rise to occasions this way?” she asked.
“This is the almost human intelligence that I have sometimes,” said Winona.
“Sure it’s intelligence?” asked Louise doubtfully.
Winona led the way upstairs toward her scrapbook without deigning to reply. Both girls bent eagerly over the course dinner she had pasted in on the last page.
“Shellfish, soup, fish, salad, roast, entrees, vegetables, dessert, black coffee, cheese, nuts and raisins,” she read. “These, in the order named, constitute a simple dinner.”
“I’d like to know who brought up the woman who wrote that,” commented Louise. “The Emperor of Russia, I should think.”
“Anyway, I am going to try to have it,” said Winona. “We can have oysters to begin with, because Tom always has some around for bait.”
“That kind mayn’t be good to eat,” objected Louise.