Don't forget the potatoes, Grace. Come on, girls-- let's sit
down."
So down the girls sat and acted like ravenous pigs-- or so Grace
described their conduct afterward, Mrs. Irving set to work carving the
delicious pork, but they could not wait for her.
They seized slices of bread, spread apple sauce and butter on them,
and ate like what they were, four famished girls and one equally
famished chaperon who had been out in the open all day and had had
nothing to eat since morning.
It was some time before they showed any considerable signs of slowing
up. Then Grace put down her fork, leaned back lazily, and called for
dessert. The latter was a huge cherry pie, and before the girls were
through with it there was not enough left to color a robin's egg.
After the pangs of hunger had been satisfied they found to their great
surprise that they were dead tired and sleepy.
"We will get the dishes out of the way and then Mollie can show us
where we sleep," said Betty. "Oh, girls, did you ever in your life
taste such a dinner?"
It was not till the dishes had all been cleared away and Mollie took
up her candle to show them their quarters that the unwelcome thought
of the thing that had so frightened them again crept terrifyingly into
their minds.
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