Shirts, Maggy said.

Boody cried angrily:

Crickey, is there nothing for us to eat?

Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked:

And what’s in this?

A heavy fume gushed in answer.

Peasoup, Maggy said.

Where did you get it? Katey asked.

Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.

The lacquey rang his bell.

Barang!

Boody sat down at the table and said hungrily:

Give us it here.

Maggy poured yellow