what are you going to do this afternoon? Go for a swim?"
"But these are string beans," said George. "They're supposed to have strings. Perhaps Mr. Martin misses them."
"If he doesn't finish his beans, Virginia can have them," Sylvia suggested. "She eats vegetables sometimes."
Virginia was the cat, just now obviously misnamed. Phyllis knew very well what was coming next, but she could not speak fast enough to avert it.
"Beans will be good for her," said Janet with enthusiasm. "She's going to have a family very soon, she needs nourishing food."
"Mother says she mustn't have a shock, it might be bad for the kittens."
"That'll do, never mind about Virginia."
Lizzie was making grimaces from the kitchen door, holding up a cup custard and contorting a red face of inquiry. Phyllis nodded. But perhaps Lizzie means there aren't enough custards to go round? "Oh, Lizzie, put on the fruit too."
George, with his damnable persistence, had not forgotten.
"How about the cake?" he asked.
"George, you know we've got to save the cake
