"The lightness wouldn't tell what made 'em light," said Mrs. Starling logically. "They had salaratus in their pickles too."
"How could you tell?"
"Tell? As if I couldn't tell! Tell by the colour."
"Ours are green too."
"Not green like that. I would despise to make my pickles green that way. I'd as soon paint 'em."
"It was very handsome, mother, the supper altogether."
"Hm! It was a little too handsome," said Mrs. Starling, "and that was what they liked about it. I'd like to know what is the use o' having great clumsy forks of make-believe silver"—
"O, they were real, mother."
"Well, the more fools if they were. I'd like to know what is the use of having great clumsy forks of silver, real or make-believe, when you can have nice, sharp, handy steel ones, and for half or a quarter the price?"
Diana liked the silver forks, and was silent.