Page:Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag, Volume 2.djvu/216

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

button atop of the loaf like the grand Panjandrum in the old story."

Thus Lavinia enthusiastically, as she led her flock of two into the eating-room at luncheon time. Being seated at a little table by one of the great windows, the old lady continued to sing the praises of Britannia while waiting for the repast.

"Isn't this better than a stone-floored café, with nine clocks all wrong, seven mirrors all cracked, much drapery all dirty, a flock of tousled garçons who fly about like lunatics, and food which I shudder to think of? Look at this lofty room; this grave, thick carpet; that cheerful coal-fire; these neat little tables; these large, clean windows; these quiet, ministerial waiters, who seem to take a paternal interest in your wants, and best of all in this simple, wholesome, well-cooked food."

Here the arrival of a glorified beefsteak and a shining pint-pot of foaming ale gave an appropriate finish to Livy's lecture. She fell upon her lunch like a famished woman, and was speechless till much meat had vanished, and the ale was low in the pot.

"It is good," admitted Amanda, who took to her