Yes, Roy was right; the Skybrows did not do these things by halves.
Here indeed was a haven for the famished; here rescue awaited the
starving scout. In the center stood a pyramid of triangular
sandwiches, rivalling in magnitude the pyramids of Egypt. This was
flanked by two gorgeous icing cakes, one white and one brown. A bowl
of chicken salad overflowed its cut glass confines, the same as
Pee-wee's island had overflowed its trusty scow.

It is true that the much feared salted almonds were there but they
crouched in shame under the spreading sides of a wooden hash-bowl
camouflaged with crepe paper and piled with jellied doughnuts. If
there were any lady fingers they did not show their faces (if lady
fingers have faces) but the jovial raspberry tart was there in all its
glory a hundred strong.

"Oh, I think everything is perfectly _scrumptious_," said Minerva
Skybrow, completing a tour of inspection at this culinary paradise and
allowing herself an olive or two.

"Goodness gracious, let them alone or there won't be any left," said
Miss Dora Dane Daring.

"Silly!" said Minerva. "There are _oceans_ of them. Doesn't the river
look perfectly lovely in the moonlight?"

"Oh, I think everything is _perfectly adorable_," said another friend;
"and the weather is just _heavenly_. For goodness' sakes, let the
candy alone; that's the fourth piece you took."

"Listen," said Minerva. "I'm not going to let a _single one_ of them