Presently one of the little maids hurried in and placed a menu in front
of Miss Campbell.

"Me speak little honorable American language," she said. "You like all
same American food? Will gracious lady make eyes to look?"

Miss Campbell raised her lorgnette and examined the menu while the small
maid backed away and disappeared, in the throes of extreme shyness over
her endeavors.

"Girls," said Miss Campbell, in a curious, strained voice, "don't any of
you dare to laugh because of course they are all peeping at us from
somewhere, but I want you all to make eyes to look at this amazing
production."

They crowded about her and over her shoulder read the following menu:

_Soup by egge
Eels to rice
Seaweed
Podadoe Sweete
Sponge boiled
Doormats a la U. S._

There were tears of laughter in Miss Campbell's eyes and her voice was so
shaky she could hardly trust herself to speak, even when she saw the
little maid returning around the corner of the azalea bush. The faces of
the four girls were crimson with suppressed laughter.