"Is Karen in the kitchen?"
"Oh! — I won't have tea in there!" said Rose with one of her old little screams.
"Let it be here, Clam."
"What'll it be, Miss 'Lizabeth?"
"Anything you please."
"There's nothing in the house to be pleased with," said Clam; "and you've had no dinner."
"Bread and butter and tea — and boil an egg."
"That would be pleasant," said Clam, capacity and fun shining out of every feature; — "but Karen's hens don't lay no eggs when she ain't round."
"Bread and butter and tea, then."
"Butter's gone," said Clam.