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 "But, my dear," said her aunt, "you mustn't eat that—that stuff! Why, it may be poisoned!"

"Nonsense, Auntie! And even if they are I'd rather die quickly of poison than starve to death lingeringly. Porter, bring a table and we'll have a feast. There's cake here, too, Gordon."

"And bananas! Say, Prue, who's your friend?"

"I wish I knew," she laughed. "Whoever he is, he's saved one life tonight. You sit there, Auntie, and—"

"Indeed, I shan't touch the awful things!" sniffed Miss Pearse. "And, what's more, I forbid you to."

"Aunt Mildred, you may forbid and forbid," laughed Prue, "but I'm certainly going to eat. Gordon dear, get some water in the glass. Leone, what do you want, chicken or ham?"

"It makes no matter," replied the maid, "I am so veree hongaree."

"It makes a lot of matter here," cried