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"Francois? And Marie! Why, whatever for?"
"Your English is a bit damaged, but I'll tell you. You see, Aunt
Adelaide flew into one of her biggest tantrums, because her
shirred egg was shirred too full, or her waffles didn't waff,--or
something,--and she sent for Francois and gave him such a large
piece of her mind that he picked up his Marie and walked off."
"Have they really GONE?"
"They really have. I've telephoned to the Intelligence Place, and
I can't get a first-class cook down here at all. I shall have to
send to the city for one, but, meantime--what to do! What to do!"
"H'm,--and you've guests for luncheon!"
"Yes, the whole Sayre tribe. The captain just CAN'T keep away from
YOU! Patty, do you know you're a real belle? Everybody was crazy
about you last night."
"Fiddlesticks! Just because I had on a green frock and let my hair
hang down."
"Your hair is WONDERFUL. But I didn't come up here to tell you of
your own attractions! I want your able advice on how to have a
luncheon party without a cook."
"Oh, pooh! that's TOO easy! Give me a helper of some sort, and
I'll cook your old luncheon. And I'll promise you it will be just
grand!"
"Cook! You? I won't let you.
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