don't they?" ventured Miss Mullaly.

"She hasn't got it!" snapped Mrs. Crump.

"She thinks she has." Miss Castlevaine's thick lips curved in a
smile of scorn.

"If she can't digest things, it won't do her much good to eat
them," interposed Miss Major positively. "Nobody could digest
these waffles--they're slack this morning."

Miss Castlevaine gave her plate a little push. "I wish I needn't
ever see another waffle," she fretted.

"Oh!" exclaimed the "new lady," "I don't understand how anybody can
get tired of waffles!"

"Nor I!" laughed Miss Mullaly's right-hand neighbor. "I shall have
to tell you about the time I went to Cousin Dorothy's wedding
luncheon.

"I never had eaten waffles but once; that was at my aunt's. She
had gone to housekeeping directly after the wedding ceremony, and
was spoken of in the family as 'the bride.' I had been her first
guest, and, as she had treated me to waffles, I thought waffles and
brides always went together. So when I was included in the
invitation to Dorothy's wedding luncheon, my first thought was of
waffles. I said something about it to my brother, and Ralph was
just tease enough to lead me on. He told me that the table would
be piled with waffles, great stacks of them at every plate! Like a