'
'Well, how do you think that woman you introduced to me, Madame
Frabelle--how do you think she would--? Oh, Marie, today's my day at
home; isn't it, Edith?'
'Today is Thursday,' said Edith.
'Thursday! Oh, my dear. Thursday's not my day at home. Well, anyhow,
never mind about that. What was I saying, Marie?'
Marie remained respectfully waiting, with a tight French smile on her
intelligent face.
'Oh, I know what it was. Marie, I want you to look after certain things
for me here--anyhow, at present. I want you to tell the cook that I want
tea at four o'clock. Oh no, it's half-past four--well, at five. And
there's something I particularly want for tea. What is it?' she asked,
looking at Edith. Immediately answering herself she said: 'I know, I
want muffins.'
'Madame want "nuffing"?' said Marie.
'No, no, no! Don't be so stupid. It's an English thing, Marie; you
wouldn't understand. Something I've forgotten to tell the cook about.
It's so cosy I always think in the winter in London. It always cheers me
up. You know, what is it?... I know--muffins--_muffins_!' she said the
word carefully to the French maid.
Edith came to the rescue.
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