"Mercy me," said Bettie, "it's dreadful to be so poor. I'm afraid we'll have to invite Mr. Black to one of our bread and sugar tea parties, after all."
"No," said Jean, firmly. "We've just got to give him a regular seven course dinner—he has 'em every day at home. We'll have to put it off until we can do it in style."
"By and by," said Mabel, "we'll have beans and radishes and things in our own garden, and we can go to the woods for berries."
"Perhaps," said Bettie, hopefully, "one of the boys might catch a fish—Rob almost did, once."
"I suppose I could ask Aunty Jane for a potato once in a while," said Marjory, "but I'll have to give her time to forget about last month's grocery bill—she says we never before used so many eggs in one month and I guess Maggie did give me a good many. Potatoes will keep, you know. We can save 'em until we have enough for a meal."
