To some café,
And, then and there,
She'll eat the whole
Blame bill of fare.
—The Mystic Times.
The small daughter of the house was busily setting the tables for expected company when her mother called to her:
"Put down three forks at each place, dear."
Having made some observations on her own account when the expected guests had dined with her mother before, she inquired thoughtfully:
"Shall I give Uncle John three knives?"