"And I said she should have a mutton-chop."
"I dare say she would like it."
"I wonder if a bushel of potatoes wouldn't be the best thing of all."
"Potatoes would be excellent," said Matilda, delightedly. "I suppose she would be very glad of anything of that sort. Let's take her some cheese, Norton."
"Cheese. And strawberries. And cake, Pink."
"I am afraid we should be taking too much at once. We had better leave the cake to another time."
"There's something we forgot," said Norton. "Mr. What's-his-name will not split up box covers for your fire every day; we must send in a load of firing. Wood, I guess."
"Oh, how good!" said Matilda. "You see, Norton, she has had no wood to make a fire even to boil her kettle."
"And no kettle to boil," added Norton.
"So that she went without even tea. I don't know how she lived. Did you see how she enjoyed the tea yesterday?"