The chops can be broiled over the coals." "On what ?" asked Ralph.
"You can get a pointed stick and toast them, if there is no other way, sir.

And you need not make fun of my supper; the chops are very nice ones, and I have wrapped them up in oiled silk, so that they will not grease the other things." "Oh, don't talk any more about them," exclaimed Ralph.

"It makes me too dreadfully hungry." "If it is a cottage," remarked Miriam, looking reflectively out of the window, "I cannot get it out of mind that there will be all sorts of kitchen things hanging around the old-fashioned fireplace.

That would be very nice and convenient, but--" "You hope it is not a cottage ?" said her brother.
"Well," answered Miriam, presently, "home is home, and I made up my mind to be perfectly satisfied with it whatever kind of house it may be.

It seems to me that a real home ought to be like parents and relations; we've got them, and we can't change them, and we never think of such a thing.