"If I don't have something to eat pretty soon," said Garth, as they went down in the elevator, "I'm afraid I'll die, or something."
"I was just thinking that very thing,” said Joan. "We ate that omelet weeks ago, it seems to me. We'd better have lunch right away, because we've not any too much time before our train leaves."
They went to a tea-room called "The Peacock Feather," and Garth was enthusiastic.
"Mudder and I mostly used to go to that dairy-place opposite the doctor's, because we hadn't much time," he told Joan, as they stood waiting for a table. "This is much nicer! It looks a good deal like something in a fairy-tale."
They secured seats presently, and Joan ordered a lunch which she thought might be ready in a reasonably short time. Garth looked about the place with delight. It was a low-ceiled room, with quaint windows and peacock blue hangings draped against oak panels. The craft furniture was odd in design, and its picturesque shape had some disadvantages; for when a boy and his mother came to share the small table with Joan and Garth, they were all rather crowded. The boy was three or four years
