paper out of a platinum mesh bag. "Think of our needing all that--just
Harold and me," she goes on.

"I should say so," says Vee, startin' to read over the items. "'Sugar,
two pounds; tea, two pounds--'"

"Cook leaves the amounts to me," explains Doris; "so I just order two
pounds of everything."

"Oh!" says Vee, readin' on. "'Butter, two pounds; eggs, two--' Do
they sell eggs that way, Doris?"

"Don't they?" asks Doris. "I'm sure I don't know."

"'Coffee, two pounds,'" continues Vee. "'Yeast cakes, two pounds--'
Why, wouldn't that be a lot of yeast cakes? They're such little
things!"

"Perhaps," says Doris. "But then, I sha'n't have to bother ordering
any more for a month, you see. Now, take the next item. 'Champagne
wafers, ten pounds.' I'm fond of those. But that is the only time I
broke my rule. See--'flour, two pounds; roast beef, two pounds,' and
so on. Oh, I mean to be quite systematic in my housekeeping!"

"Isn't she a wonder?" asks Westy, gazin' at her proud and mushy.

"I say, though, Vee," goes on Doris enthusiastic, "you must come home
with us for dinner to-night. Do!"

At which Westy nudges her and whispers something behind his hand.