"To-morrow might as well be a clear day," said Ellen, passing around
and feeding the remaining berries to the girls as they could compose
themselves enough to take them. "Billy, I admire your taste more than
your temper."

Elnora looked up. "The little soul is nothing but skin and bones," she
said. "I never was really hungry myself; were any of you?"

"Well, I should say so," cried a plump, rosy girl. "I'm famished right
now. Let's have breakfast immediate!"

"We got to refill this box first!" said Ellen Brownlee. "Who's got the
butter?" A girl advanced with a wooden tray.

"Put it in the preserve cup, a little strawberry flavour won't hurt it.
Next!" called Ellen.

A loaf of bread was produced and Ellen cut off a piece which filled the
sandwich box.

"Next!" A bottle of olives was unwrapped. The grocer's boy who was
waiting opened that, and Ellen filled the salad dish.

"Next!"

A bag of macaroons was produced and the cake compartment filled.

"Next!"