The man who had presented the box laughed heartiest of all; then rose. First he bowed to her mother, who acknowledged his salute graciously; next he turned to her father, whose pale face softened; last of all, he addressed her: "Miss Gwendolyn," said he, "a toast!" Gwendolyn looked at those bread-plates which were nearest her. There was no toast in sight, only some very nice dinner-rolls.
And little cobby dinner-rolls from the confectioner's, with crisp, browny crust, cut open and stuffed with butter and potted meat, and little green pieces of lettuce. They had them that way at supper at the Masons' party, and they were superb! And cakes and fruit! Do, mother, let us have a real swagger lunch just for once!"