like plaice ," said aunty
When Momma laid the table all the children cried in vain. "No! Momma's laid the table and it's marmalade again." "Please pass the pear," called Poppa. "No, on second thoughts, pass two. A pair of peas," said Poppa. "Yes, a pair of peas will do." "I'd like plaice," said Aunty. "Place a plaice upon my plate. A piece of plaice placed in my place, with chips would be just great." "But Momma laid the table,' went the children's sad refrain, "and it's mommalaid, no marmalade for each of us again."