"There was nothing to be done but to make the best of things. We had a
first course of the beef, heated in gravy, with potatoes and pickled
pears. The string-beans I served up in a salad, though of course I
wanted them with the meat; but I was determined to have three courses,
somehow; I had no crackers or cheese to serve with it, either, and plain
beans seemed very little. The dessert was oranges and coffee. How I
wished I had anything else, even nuts, to help out, but there was
nothing whatever. I simply lived from hand to mouth in those days and
bought supplies enough for only one day at a time. Well, we tried to
make up in conversation what we lacked in food, and I thought of what
some novelist of New England life once suggested, that when the cake was
heavy you should always turn the talk toward the sufferings of the
Pilgrim Fathers. But I can tell you that experience taught me a lesson.
Never again did I fail to have something to set out in an emergency, and
now anybody may drop in, day or night, and I can furnish a really good
meal; not an extravagant one, but one that I shall not be ashamed to
offer."
"That reminds me to tell you something. This morning, after you left the
dining-room, I was telling Dick about the luncheon yesterday, and how
you managed to get up such a good one for the Cliffords, and he said,
'Dolly, you and Mary are having far too easy a time of it. One of these
days I am going to surprise you with a nice little dinner-party by
bringing home two fellows I know.' His eyes twinkled as though he was
planning a joke of some sort."
"Yes, I know the kind of joke perfectly well; he often springs these
surprises on me when he thinks he will catch me unprepared, but that
only makes me more determined to have everything ready for such an
event. Come now and see my emergency closet, and you will understand why
Dick's little jokes do not alarm me."
The closet was dark, but Mary lighted a gas-jet and showed rows of
shelves stretching almost from the floor to the ceiling, with pots and
jars and packages, fruit-cans and jelly-glasses and paper boxes.
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