"'Tain't good for much," said the housekeeper. "Have you got some on hand?"
"No. We had, though."
"And what did you do with it?"
"Maria and I put it in the oven to warm; and it spoiled the dish, and the meat was all dried up; and then I thought I would come and ask you. And we tried to fry some potatoes this morning, and we didn't know how, I think. They were not good."
"And so your breakfast all fell through; and there was a muss, I expect?"
"No; we had eggs; nobody knew anything about the beefsteak and the dish. But I want to know how to do."
"What ailed your potatoes?"
"They were too hard and too brown."
"I shouldn't wonder! I declare, I 'most think I've got into the middle of a fairy story somewhere. Did you ever hear about Cinderella, Tilly, and her little glass slipper?"
"Oh yes."