`` Who will have it first ? '' asked Will , with his mouth full of marmalade . `` Aunt Plenty , I guess . '' `` When will she have it ? '' demanded Geordie , bouncing in his seat with impatience . `` Sometime on Monday . '' `` Heart alive ! what is the boy talking about ? '' cried the old lady from behind the tall urn , which left little to be seen but the topmost bow of her cap . `` Does n't auntie know ? '' asked a chorus of voices . `` No ; and that 's the best of the joke , for she is desperately fond of it . '' `` What colour is it ? '' asked Rose , joining in the fun . `` Blue and brown . '' `` Is it good to eat ? '' asked Jamie . `` Some people think so , but I should n't like to try it , '' answered Charlie , laughing so he split his tea . `` Who does it belong to ? '' put in Steve .
Archie and the Prince stared at one another rather blankly for a minute , then Archie answered with a twinkle of the eye that made XXXXX explode again , `` To Grandfather Campbell . ''
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