Chapter 31

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌⁠Luncheon was breakfast again with a few additions. Winifred had lost the hang of the range, and what successes she had were ruined by her inability to corral the herd on time. The soup was salted beyond the sanction of even the most amiable palate. The chickens were guaranteed not to be resurrections from a cold-storage tomb; but they would have been the better for a little longer hanging and a li