“Raisins!” said Nancy, and sighed again. “They lose each other in such steppes of suet.”
Conscientious Susan exclaimed in protest.
“Nancy! Too bad. There is always stewed rhubarb!”
But this was poor comfort, for Dreda disliked stewed rhubarb almost as much as suet itself. She pouted disconsolately for several moments, then smiled with sudden inspiration.
“I’ll get a doctor’s order!”
“What for?”
“Plenty of fresh ripe fruit. Vegetarian diet. Fruit, and cream, and eggs during the summer heat!”
“How will you manage to get it?”
“I’ll have something... I’ll ask Rowena what’s the best complaint: headaches or dizziness, or feeling tired. I’ll tell mother it’s the heavy food, and mother’ll tell him, and he’ll write to Miss Bretherton. I shall eat strawberries, and watch you search for ‘brothers.’”
Nancy stared solemnly with her long, dark eyes.