Platter

Mrs. Lynde couldn't find one anywhere for the supper.

I only wish I could, for of course Miss Barry would just as soon have one platter as another if both were equally old and genuine.

But served on...

Platter.

The simple little... leaf of lettuce a one little bib lettuce it comes on top of the bib lettuce

talk me through eating that so as any good girlfriend does yes you says yummy yummy pear salad

For there was Robin supping at his table With candles of pure wax; His dame and his two beauteous little children With velvet on their backs.

Platters for each there were shin-shining, of silver Many a pound; And all of beaten gold three brimming goblets Standing the table round.

The smell that rose up richly from the baked meats Came thinning amid the boughs; And much that greedy thief who snuffed the night air His hunger did arouse.

He watched them eating, drinking, laughing, talking, Busy with finger and spoon, While three most cunning fiddlers, clad in crimson, Played them a supper tune.

There Robin and his dame in bed were sleeping, And his children young and fair: Only Robin's hounds from their warm kennels Yelped as he climbed the stair.

All, all were sleeping, page and fiddler, Cook, scullion, free from care: Only Robin's stallions from their stables Neighed as he climbed the stair.

A wee wan light the moon did shed him, Hanging above the sea: And he counted into his bag of beaten silver Platters thirty-three; Of spoons threescore; of jolly golden goblets He stowed in four, save one; And six fine three-branched cupid candlesticks Before his work was done.

Nine bulging bags of money in a cupboard, Two snuffers and a dish He found, the last all studded with great garnets And shapen like a fish.