"I don't know, aunt Anne," Lois answered with a little hesitation.
"Then I'm sorry for ye, girl, if you are left to think such nonsense. Ain't our victuals as good here, as what comes out o' those silver dishes?"
"Not always."
"Are New York folks better cooks than we be?"
"They have servants that know how to do things."
"Servants! Don't tell me o' no servants' doin's! What can they make that I can't make better?"
"Can you make a soufflé, aunt Anne?"
"What's that?"
"Or biscuit glacé?"
"Biskwee glassy?" repeated the indignant Shampuashuh lady. "What do you mean, Lois? Speak English, if I am to understand you."