"Sit right down," said Mrs. Beasley, pointing to the end of a long
table, the red-and-white cloth of which was stained with the passage
of countless previous meals, and covered with the crumbs from
"crusty" bread.
Bess looked more and more doubtful. Nan was more curious than she was
hungry. Inez sat down promptly and began scraping the crumbs together in
a little pile, which pile when completed, she transferred to the
oil-cloth covered floor with a dexterous flip of the knife.
"Come on!" she said. "Shall I order for youse?"
"We are in your hands, Inez," declared Nan, gravely. "Do with us as
you see fit."
"Mercy!" murmured Bess, sitting down gingerly enough, after removing her
coat in imitation of her chum.
"Hi!" shouted Inez, in her inimitable way. "Hi, Mother Beasley! bring us
two orders of the Irish and one ham an' eggs. Like 'em sunny-side up?"
"Like _what_ sunny-side up?" gasped Bess.
"Yer eggs."
"Which is the sunny-side of an egg?" asked Bess faintly, while Nan was
convulsed with laughter.
"Hi!" ejaculated Inez again. "Ain't you the greenie? D'ye want yer egg
fried on one side, or turned over?"
"Turned over," Bess murmured.
"An' you?" asked the flower-seller of Nan.
"I always like the sunny-side of everything," our Nan admitted.
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