"I know," spoke up Jenny Bisbee, eagerly; "I read it in a Sunday paper. You begin at the outside of the row, and eat in!" "Land! are you sure to come out right, that way? S'pose you had a fork left for your ice cream!" "We'll risk it," said Mona, smiling. "Let's use this spoon at the outside, as Jenny suggests." The second course was clam bouillon, and after it was served, a maid passed a dish of whipped cream. Mrs. Greene watched carefully as Mona placed a spoonful on the top of her soup, and then she exclaimed: "Well, if that don't beat all! What is that, might I ask?" "Whipped cream," said Mona. "Won't you have some?" "Well, I will,--as you took some. But if that ain't the greatest! Now, just let me tell you. A friend of mine,--she has seen some high society,--she was telling me a little how to behave. And she told me of a country person she knew, who had some soup in a cup once. And he thought it was tea, and he ca'mly puts in milk and sugar! Well, he was just kerflum-mixed, that poor man, when he found it was soup! So, my friend says, says she: 'Now, Almira, whatever you do, _don't_ put milk in your soup!' And, I declare to goodness, here you're doin' just that very thing!" "Well, we won't put any sugar in," said Mona, pleasantly; "but I think the cream improves it. You like it, don't you, Jenny?" "Heavenly!" said Jenny, rolling her eyes up with such a comically blissful expression that Elise nearly choked. As Patty had agreed, the luncheon was good and substantial, rather than elaborate. The broiled chicken, dainty vegetables, and pretty salad all met the guests' hearty approval and appreciation; and when the ice cream was served, Mrs. Greene discovered she had both a fork and a spoon at her disposal. "Well, I never!" she observed. "Ain't that handy, now? I s'pose you take whichever one you like." "Yes," said Mona. "You see, there is strawberry sauce for the ice cream, and that makes it seem more like a pudding." "So it does, so it does," agreed Mrs. Greene, "though, land knows, it ain't much like the puddin's I'm accustomed to. Cottage, rice, and bread is about the variety we get, in the puddin' line. Not but what I'm mighty grateful to get those." "I like chocolate pudding," said Jenny, in a low voice, and apparently with great effort. Patty knew she made the remark because she thought it her duty to join in the conversation; and she felt such heroism deserved recognition. "So do I," she said, smiling kindly at Jenny. "In fact, I like anything with chocolate in it." "So do I," returned Jenny, a little bolder under this expressed sympathy of tastes. "Once I had a whole box of chocolate candies,--a pound box it was. I've got the box yet. I'm awful careful of the lace paper." "I often get boxes of candy," said Celeste, unable to repress this bit of vanity. "My customers give them to me." "My," said Jenny, "that must be fine. Is it grand to be a manicure?"