“Dinner won’t be ready for another ten minutes,”she said, in her slow drawl. “Won’t you have an egg beaten up in a glass of milk while you’re waiting?”
There was a look of concern on her face which made Philip uncomfortable. He forced a laugh and answered that he was not at all hungry. Sally came in to lay the table, and Philip began to chaff her. It was the family joke that she would be as fat as an aunt of Mrs. Athelny, called Aunt Elizabeth, whom the children had never seen but regarded as the type of obscene corpulence.