"What is there for dinner?"
"There's a piece of beef; I can cook that."
"That's right, Bessie. What about pudding?"
"Well, we haven't had many puddings lately, not since missus has been ill."
"Do you think I should make one, Bessie?"
"Yes, if you will. They won't half smile if you do."
This, Marjorie discovered, was the Daisy Bank way of expressing great satisfaction.
"Very well, Bessie; let me see what you have in the house."
Marjorie was a good cook, and soon made a large suet pudding with plenty of raisins in it for the children, and a dainty custard pudding for their mother. Then she laid the table for dinner, for which she found a clean table-cloth, washed and polished the electro-plated forks and spoons, made the dull and dirty tumblers shine brightly, by washing them first in hot and then in cold water, and afterwards rubbing them with a dry cloth, and managed to have the dinner cooked and all in readiness by the time that the boys and girls came in from school.
"You have made it nice, Miss Douglas," Patty said as she looked at the table; "I wish mother could see it."