"Now, Maggie, we must stop the play a little while," said Lina, "and fix the dinner for them."
"Yes, do," cried Maggie; "let's see, what shall be for dinner?"
"Oh, chicken, that's the nicest!" said Minnie.
"No, they had chicken yesterday," said Lina; "let them have roast beef."
"Very well," went on Maggie, who was looking over the dishes in the box of "eatables," as Lina called them. "Roast beef, mashed potatoes, and macaroni."
"Oh, not macaroni," cried Minnie; "the cheese will bite their tongues."
"Oh, yes! Mr. Morris likes macaroni," said her sister.
"Well, macaroni, then; and plum-pudding for dessert—and apples."
"Ah, make them have jelly," said Lina; "that's the prettiest thing in the box."