What's the use of waiting? They aren't
coming back yonder till night. They haven't stirred yet."
Ransom's eyes indicated the party on the island. And acting
upon his announced opinion, Ransom paid his respects in a
practical form, not to cold chicken and bread, but to a dish
of cream cakes which stood conveniently near. And having eaten
one, in three mouthfuls, he stretched out his hand, and took
another. Happily then, some meringues attracted his attention;
and he stood with a cream cake in one hand, and a meringue in
the other, taking them alternately, or both together. The
meringues began to disappear fast. Daisy warned him that the
only dish of those delicacies in all the entertainment was the
one into which he was making such inroads. Ransom paid her no
heed, and helped himself to another.
"Ransom, — that is not fair," said his sister. "There are no
more but those, and you will have them all gone. Just look,
now, how the dish looks!"
"How the dish looks!" said Ransom, mockingly. "None of your
business."
"It is not right. Don't, Ransom!" Daisy said, as his hand was
extended for a fourth meringue.
"Want 'em for yourself?" said Ransom, sneeringly. "I say,
Alexander — here's a game! Here's something just fit for a
man's luncheon in a summer day — something nice and light and
nourishing.
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