The table was littered with covered dishes of all sizes
and descriptions, and as the contents of each one of these dishes was
disclosed, the girls became more and more excited and hilarious.
There was apple sauce in one, salad in another, mashed potatoes that
had become quite cold in another, and a boat of gravy which had also
become quite cold.
"But we don't mind," cried Mollie joyfully, as she took the gravy-boat
in one hand, the dish of potatoes in the other, and ran with them over
to a great stove in one corner of the room. "We need only some matches
to have this blazing hot in a minute. No, not that way, Grace," as the
latter tried to help by lighting the burner. "This isn't a gas stove,
you know; it's an oil stove and you had better look out or you will
blow us all up.
It is small wonder if Betty was so dazzled by this joyful scene that
she could neither move nor speak for the space of two seconds or so.
Then, recovering her powers of locomotion, she went over to the table
and picked up a note that, in their excitement, the girls had
overlooked.
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