"Just as soon as we can get our lunch ready, and the things," said Maggie. "You might pack the things, Ditto, and get them into the boat, while we see about lunch."
"What are 'things'?"
"Why, cups and saucers, and tea-kettle, and matches and plates, and paper to light the fire, and everything, you know."
"Go off," said Mr. Murray, "and see about victualling the ship. I can manage the cups and saucers."
So Maggie and Esther ran to consult Betsey, who now held a nondescript position of usefulness in the family, and was acting cook while Mrs. Candlish was away—cook proper being absent on leave.
"O Betsey! we are going out, to be gone all day; and now, what can we have for lunch?"
"Lunch, Miss Maggie!"—
"Yes, and you know we want a good deal. There are six of us."
"You know, it's Monday."
"Well, what of it?"