Grace stared at him in amazement. "How did you know?" she stammered.
"It's almost uncanny."
"Not at all," said Roy, with a superior air. "It's perfectly simple--I
smelled it."
"Oh, so that was the blithe and savory odor that assailed our nostrils a
short time ago," said Frank. "But my hopes never soared to the heights
of plum pudding."
"And here is the hard sauce," said Mollie, passing it around from one to
the other as though it had been a precious jewel. "Amy made it--all of
powdered sugar--with perhaps a little egg and butter thrown in--and I
know it is delicious."
"You had better put that out of sight till we get through eating other
things, Mollie," Betty cautioned. "The boys will be starting at the
wrong end of the meal."
"Yes, and spoil their appetites," Amy added, while Mollie removed the
temptation.
However, from the way the good things disappeared, there seemed no
reason for Amy's fears--appetites like those were proof even against
plum pudding.
At last the picnickers stretched themselves, replete and happy, upon the
soft grass, to discuss a further course of action.
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