The Harlowe House kitchen boasts of waffle irons, bought with this occasion in view." "Then I am heart and soul for breakfast," avowed Elfreda.

"I ate my usual sumptuous repast of half a grape fruit and a piece of dry toast, plus one small cup of black coffee, on the train.

I haven't had a waffle since I was here in August.

I wonder how they would taste," she added innocently.
"You'll know before long," promised Grace.

"Emma take Elfreda upstairs to our room, while I ask Sarah to make the waffles." Half an hour later they sat around the breakfast table, a contented trio.