"What do you say?"
"What do you?" I answered; for, like other bad people, I had the greatest respect for good people's opinions.
"I think—a small—silver salver!"
"Do you think so, really?"
"Yes, Del. That will be good; silver, you know, is always good to have; and it will be handsome and useful always."
"What! for us?"
"Yes,—pretty to hand a cup of tea on, or a glass of wine,—pretty to set in the middle of a long table with a vase of flowers on it, when you have the Court and High-Sheriff to dine,—as you will, of course, every year,—or with your spoon-goblet. Oh, there are plenty of ways to make a small silver salver useful. Mrs. Harris says she doesn't see how any one can keep house without a silver salver."
The last sentence she said with a laugh, for she knew I thought so much of what Mrs. Harris said.
"We've kept house all our lives without one, Laura."
"Yes,—but I often wish we had one, for all that. As Mrs. Harris says,
'It gives such an air!'"