The fish was done to a turn.

The oysters, roasted, broiled, or stewed, and likewise the clams, were all that could have been asked of them.

Bread there was in abundance; and all things were going finely, till Mrs.Kinzer asked her son, as his fire-red face showed itself at the kitchen-door,-- "Dabney, you've not sent in your vegetables.

We're waiting for them." Dab's face grew redder, and he came near dropping a plate he held in his hand.
"Vegetables?
Oh, yes! Well, Ford, we might as well send them in now.
I've got them all ready." Annie opened her eyes, and looked hard at her brother; for she knew very well that not so much as a potato had been thought of in their preparations.

Ford himself looked a little queer; but he marched right out, white apron and all.