“Mrs. Myles, do have luncheon with us,” Connie invited cordially. “Doesn’t the steak smell delicious?”
“My goodness, it does!” exclaimed the old lady.
“Do come,” urged Veve, tugging at her hand. “The Brownies want you to tell them about old buttons.”
Mrs. Myles allowed the girls to pull her over to the table.
“I don’t know very much about buttons,” she apologized. “In fact, I never thought on the subject until you young’uns came to my house to ask if I had any.”
As Connie introduced the other girls, Mrs. Myles’ bird-like gaze darted from one person to another. The array of food on the table seemed to fascinate her.
“Steak,” she murmured. “Why, I haven’t tasted any since—well, never mind.”
Quickly the girls set a place for Mrs. Myles and filled her plate. Remarking that she had not eaten much breakfast that day, the woman ate greedily.
Finally, when her plate had been refilled and emptied the second time, she laughed self-consciously.
“There! I’ve made a pig of myself! This crisp outdoor air gives one a tremendous appetite.”