“I say, you needn’t knock,” he said. “Have you made the tour of the mansion?”
“It’s the smallest kitchen I’ve ever seen.”
“You’ll find it large enough to cook our sumptuous repasts,” he retorted lightly.
“I see there’s nothing in. I’d better go out and get something.”
“Yes, but I venture to remind you that we must be devilish economical.”
“What shall I get for supper?”
“You’d better get what you think you can cook,”laughed Philip.