and butter waving about in the air, and bite after bite disappearing from it apparently by no human agency; and the spoon rising with apple in it and returning to the plate empty. Even the tip of the spoon disappeared as long as it was in Mabel's unseen mouth; so that at times it looked as though its bowl had been broken off.
Every one was very hungry, and more bread and butter had to be fetched. Cook grumbled when the plate was filled for the third time.
"I tell you what," said Jimmy; "I did want my tea."
"I tell you what," said Gerald; "it'll be jolly difficult to give Mabel any breakfast. Mademoiselle will be here then. She'd have a fit if she saw bits of forks with bacon on them vanishing, and then the forks coming back out of vanishment, and the bacon lost for ever."
"We shall have to buy things to eat and feed our poor captive in secret," said Kathleen.
"Our money won't last long," said Jimmy, in gloom. "Have you got any money?"
He turned to where a mug of milk was suspended in the air without visible means of support.
"I've not got much money," was the reply from near the milk, "but I've got heaps of ideas."
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