They say that every morning she sends in a plate of breakfast rolls, each one a different shape, and some of them ever so pretty." "I don't suppose they taste any better for that," remarked Miriam.
"Perhaps not," said the other, "but I like to see things to eat look pretty." And she did her best to shape the little rolls into such forms that they might please the eye of Mr.Ralph as well as satisfy his palate.
Miriam went up to the dining-room to arrange the table.

While doing this she saw Ralph approaching from the barn.

In the kitchen, below, Dora, glancing out of the window, also saw him coming, and pulling her sunbonnet well forward, she applied herself more earnestly to her work.
Ralph came in, tired and warm, and threw himself down on a long horse-hair sofa in the hall.
"Heigh ho, Miriam," he cried; "hay-making is a jolly thing, all the world over, but I have had enough of it for to-day.

How are you getting on, little one?
Don't put yourself to too much trouble about my supper.

Only give me enough of whatever you have; that is all I ask." "Ralph," said Miriam, standing gravely by him, "I did not have to get supper all by myself; there is a new girl in the kitchen." "Good," cried Ralph; "I am very glad to hear that.