"Wouldn't you like to have some fried chicken with cream gravy?" he whispered.
"And some candied sweet potatoes and corn pones and pear pickle," Molly broke in.
"And hot biscuits. But what shall we finish off with, Miss Brown?"
"Brandied peaches and ice cream and hickory-nut cake."
Jimmy gave a delighted laugh.
"That's a good old home dessert I used to get at Grandma's," he said. "At least the peaches and the ice cream were. She always had cup-cake with frosted icing."
"Do you ever have kidney hash and waffles Sunday mornings, nowadays?" asked Molly.
"I haven't had any for years, Miss Brown. But at the restaurant where I get breakfast I do get 'batty' cakes and molasses."
"'Batty' cakes," repeated Molly. "How funny that is. Do you know I've always said that, too, just because I learned to say it that way as a child. And hook and 'laddy' wagon. I can't seem to break myself of the habit."
"Don't try," said Jimmy. "I'd rather hear the good old talk than Bernhardt speaking French."