“Nor cake like this, either,” added Poke, looking politely expectant at Hope, in front of whom the cake dish was reposing.
[“This certainly beats dining-hall,” declared Poke.]
“Do have another piece,” said Mrs. Hazard, smiling with pleasure. “I shall tell Jane that you like it.”
Poke accepted his third slice demurely.
“Is Jane the cook, ma’am? She’s a dandy, all right!”
“Jane made the cake,” answered Mrs. Hazard, “but I can’t trust her yet with all the cooking. I think she is going to do very nicely after she has had a little more experience.”
“Yes’m, experience is what counts,” said Poke gravely.