"The Happy-Go-Luckys," suggested Mrs. Major, who wore her best black silk in honor of the day.
The Happy-Go-Luckys, unconscious of having won a champion, passed on to their respective tables; soon all were placed and with mirth and laughter the feast began.
And what a feast it was!
"Niagaras of lemonade, seas of milk and coffee, pyramids of fruit, hills of candy, mountains of cake, whole continents of toothsome things—"
"Not forgetting Sandwich Islands," said Jack Lever, interrupting Mat's flow of oratory.
"Is that in reference to our cannibalistic appetites?" inquired Mark Griffin.
"'The bogie man will get you if you don't be good!'" squealed Artie Orr in a high falsetto voice.
"Who is that farmer-looking gentleman at the visitors' table? The one speaking to Mr. Dawson?" Ivy asked in an aside of Kizzie who flitted from one table to another, her rosy face like a small sun shining above a cloud of pink and white lawn.
"He's visitin' Mr. Fred—he's from the city, I think. He just came to-day and I didn't hear his name."
"Why, that's Dr. Medway," said Alene; "he's from Dr. Luke's hospital."