“Treat them as freely as you like,” Marjorie laughed.
Those girls had a lot of eats in a basket. They had crinkly paper napkins and everything. They had some sewing with them, kind of khaki colored stuff, I don’t know what it was. They had a couple of books, too, that they were going to read in the afternoon. Gee whiz, they were awful nice, those girls. Stella Wingate kept making fish-balls in a nice little frying-pan with a wooden handle.
The basket was packed all nice like a trunk. Everything in it had crinkly paper wrapped around it, bottles and everything. Even there were little pinches of salt twisted in crinkly paper. There were hard-boiled eggs in crinkly paper too. Gee whiz, everything was wrapped up just like things around a Christmas tree. Girls are awful funny the way they do things.
Warde said, “Left-handed hikes are all right.”
“And we’re going to have dessert,” Marjorie said. “Stella knows how to make fish-balls, but jelly rolls are my masterpiece.”
I said, “I think we’d like several pieces of masterpieces.”
She said, “Oh, they don’t come in pieces, they come in rolls. I’ll show you how I make them.”
“We’ll show you how to eat them,” Pee-wee said.
I said, “You must excuse our young hero, he was born during a famine. He likes thunder because it reminds him of rolls. He likes ice because it comes in cakes. He wants to live in Greenpoint because he thinks it’s the end of a pickle.”
“How do you make these jelly rolls?” Warde asked her.