'You may call me Cecilia,' said the miniature painter. 'No, I spent my last cent three days ago.'
'Then we will have to do without the onion. But I wish we had one.'In Hetty's room the two began to prepare their supper. Cecilia sat and begged Hetty to let her help. Hetty prepared the beef and put it in cold salt water in the stew-pan on the small gas stove. 'I wish we had an onion,' said Hetty again as she cut up the potatoes.