Chapter 70
“I love them,” Elizabeth smiled. “If you get them young enough you can train them to come to you when you call them. I think they’re better and less trouble than dogs. And if you put the right chemicals into the water, their color just glows.”
The maid pushed a rolling table out onto the verandah and placed dishes and table settings on the table. She ladled some minestrone soup into the bowls and placed a platter of small sandwiches onto the center of the table. They looked like chicken salad sandwiches on wonderful soft rolls.
“This looks fabulous. I hope every meal will not be like this though. I have to fit into my gown.” I smiled at her.