"What will it be to-day?" he went on.

"I've prunes and peaches, pies and pills,
To feed you well, and cure your ills."

"Thank you, but we haven't any ills!" cried "Brown Betty," as her
friends were beginning to call her, for certainly she was tanned most
becomingly. "However, we do want the lottest lot of things. Where is
that list, Mollie?"

"You have it."

"No, I gave it to you."

"Grace had it last," volunteered Amy. "She said she did not want to
forget---- "

"Oh, we know what Grace doesn't want to forget," interrupted Mollie
with a laugh. "Produce that list, Grace," and it was forthcoming.

"You see we have let our supplies run low," remarked Betty as she gave
her order,

"Are you going on a long cruise?" Mr. Lagg, wanted to know.

"To sail and sail the bounding main,
And then come back to port again?

"Of course I know that isn't very good," he apologized. "When I make
'em up on the spur of the moment that way I don't take time to polish