tigate the Long Island Home Hamper?' just as if you had known about it for five months instead of five minutes," commented Mr. Larry, pinching his wife's cheek.
"You really can't blame her," said Claire. "Teresa is so horribly wise; and she has made us feel so inferior!"
"Not that she meant to," added kindly Mrs. Larry, "but I have had to follow her lead so long—and I—well, I did enjoy handing her a bit of information."
"No doubt," laughed Mr. Larry, drawing her close. "And now that you have unearthed the Long Island Hamper, what do you propose to do with it?"
"Find out what it is worth."
"My dear, you certainly are gaining in directness."
"Oh, Larry, what an inviting collection of fresh green things! Do you suppose it could taste half as good as it looks? See—those are really, truly new potatoes that show pink through their skins."
"Looks as if the hose had been turned on them."
