Glad there's plenty of it.

Mother Kinzer, you and Miranda must try that recipe Dab sent for the new pudding." "New pudding, indeed! Why, she doesn't put in half eggs enough.

But I'm glad she's a good cook.

We'll have that pudding for dinner this very day." "So will we," said Mrs.Foster.
"Miss Kinzer," said Dick's mother, "jes' won't you show me how to make dat puddin'?
I's like to know jes' wot dey eat at de 'cad'my." It was a great comfort to know that the boys were so well satisfied; but there was her usual good sense in Mrs.Kinzer's suggestion about its being the very first week.
There are never any more such letters as "first letters," nor any other weeks like the first.

The fact that there were so many boys together, all old acquaintances, shut out any such thing as loneliness, and it was not time to be homesick.