Again the waiter opened the door, and entered the room with two dishes, one filled with biscuits, the other with macaroons.
"There! they are perfectly fresh," he said, as he put them on the table. "Taste them. They were baked yesterday."
Madame Plays burst out laughing, for Tobie's eyes were like pistols; however, he dared not say anything, and the waiter was about to leave the room, when Madame Plays, having finished her vanilla ice, called him back.
"Waiter, bring me a fruit ice; what fruits have you?"
"We have strawberry, madame—and vanilla."
"I know you have vanilla, as I have just eaten one. But I ask you what fruit ices you have."
"We have strawberry, madame—and vanilla."
"I understand—you have nothing else."
"I beg pardon, madame; we have mixed ices too."
"What flavors?"