all things ready. There were twelve girls so I had twelve little plates fixed on a side table and chairs all round the room. On each plate there was a slice of tongue, two crackers, two tiny cheese wafers, some nuts, and a pickle. Then I rang the rising bell and nothing [loathe] the girls hastened to my room. That blessed jam and ambrosiac cheese were passed round (I didn’t forget the pretty napkins) and everything was simply perfect. The girls just raved over it! I have been to other girl’s feasts but none of them came up to mine, because I made things look pretty and sewed everything on plates (rare articles in these parts), and saw that people had what they wanted, and I vow that I never saw people eat so much before in my life. I know I passed everything round at least four times. Then came Edio’s cake.