And after I had decided that the salads at Hortensia's garden party
should be so served, it was quite natural that the idea of sandwiches
should suggest itself to my mind; but before the idea had time to
really assume a definite shape I hastily but conclusively rebelled
against the prospect of seeing those time-honored edibles set forth
for the delectation of Hortensia's guests in the guise of the common
or restaurant variety. And this is the way I overcame what bade fair
to be a troublesome difficulty: Rolls, deliciously fresh French rolls,
with a circular piece of the top crust removed and kept whole, while
all the soft part of the roll was scooped out to make room for a
filling of chicken, lobster, or sardines, after which the little cover
was put back into place, and the comfort and joy of the partaker was
an assured thing.