Cathy the housekeeper saw the Master of the house Mr. Paddy, his wife, and their son coming downstairs followed by the kid's Caniche and she immediately instructed the maids to quickly set the table.
Like a well-organized band, the servants changed the cloth of the large wooden and round furniture in the right corner of the main room and placed the best silver plates of the manor house in front of each of the reserved seats of the tenants.
And thereafter, they laid in the center of the furnishing a chandelier of three candles that they lit and which gave a warm atmosphere to the eating place.
Paddy, as the gentleman he was, pulled the chair on the left side of the table for his spouse Pola who thanked him and sat graciously.
The landlord then carried his heir Churchill Junior and helped him lay his bottom on the child seat on the right side of the fitting before dragging the royal-like chair to the middle of the table and sitting on it.
As soon as the owner of the property and his loved ones were comfortably installed, the head housemaid Cathy ordered her subalterns to serve at last the lunch, which they hurried to do.
Within the next minute following the command of their superior, the maids brought to the table Mr. Paddy's ever-beloved meal: Basmati rice and minced lamb.
And for the Mistress of the house Mrs. Pola, they served salad mixed up with cheese and some vinegar accompanied with slices of bread.
The little Churchill was impatient for his turn to come and wished he was big like his father so he would be given food first.
Luckily he didn't have to wait too long. Betty, the maid that was assigned to cook his meal, came with boiled potatoes and fried chicken thighs on top of which was poured Chantilly cream.
Everyone finally served, the Master of the domain Mr. Paddy gave the kickoff and speared the lamb with his fork before tearing it with a knife.
The toddler Churchill Junior imitated his father almost perfectly until a chunk of chicken thigh slid from his dish and ended its race on the floor, for the kid had put a bit too much pressure to cut off the flesh, ignoring the hard bone inside.
The Mistress of the house Mrs. Pola ate with more grace. The green leaves in her silver plate obeyed her to the letter and went inside her mouth without scattering the gloss on her lips.
Churchill Junior's puppy, Chuwi, was of course not forgotten. How would it have even been possible? The pet was sticking in the legs of his young master while barking sporadically.
The maid Betty who had returned to the kitchen, came back to the lunch room with canned dog food and a blue plastic bowl that she used to pour the puppy's meal in.
Chuwi ceased to disturb Churchill Junior who couldn't focus on his plate, for the animal wouldn't allow him.
The Caniche ran toward the maid Betty and pushed her right hand away so it could devour unbothered the delicious beef paste.
After a quarter of an hour, the Master of the house Mr. Paddy, and his relatives were done eating and had their bellies full.
They began to feel sleepy, so the landlord enjoined that the servants clear the table since they were about to leave and go to the Master's room.
Hence, Cathy the housekeeper sent the maids to do what the baron had asked and they executed her command at the speediest pace they could.
The tenants of the manor house thereupon left the salle a manger and went back upstairs to the Master's private apartments to take a nap as the afternoon was almost halfway.
Churchill Junior climbed on top of his crib with his pet Chuwi and his parents lay on the opposite bed. They all slumbered in the quietness of the cozy chamber.