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Lily's first real luncheon at La Solitude consisted of the remains of / last night's excellent, almost luxurious supper. But a rough-looking, / unbleached tablecloth had taken the place of the beautiful lace one, and / the fine cut-glass decanters had disappeared from the sideboard.
They all three drank out of coarse, thick glass tumblers, and they ate / off heavy yellow plates. But the food was of the best, and they all make / a good and hearty meal-once, indeed, Aunt Cosy, looking affectionately / at the girl, exclaimed: "Yes, do not stint yourself, my little Lily, for / we have to live as a rule exceedingly simply. It is a strange fact"-a / hard tone came into her voice-"that Cristina has never learnt to cook. / Even I can cook better than Cristina!"