Chapter 36
CONCERNING A CLEW "Mrs. Trapes," said Ravenslee, laying aside the book he had been reading and letting his glance wander across smooth lawns and clipped yew hedges, "Mrs. Trapes, what about that stewed shin of beef with carrots and onions you prepared for--our wedding supper?" "Which," said Mrs. Trapes, glancing up from her everlasting knitting, "which you never stopped to eat." "Which omission I will now haste to rectify. Mrs. Trapes, pray go and get it ready--I'm ravenous!" "Good f'r you!" said Mrs. Trapes; "in about half an hour you shall have a nice cup of beef tea to raven at--" "Confounded slops!" growled Ravenslee. "Doctor's orders!" nodded Mrs. Trapes, clicking her knitting needles. "Can't I have something to chew at?" "Sure. How'll a cracker soaked in milk soot?" "Cracker
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