Edwin Balmer,
That Royle Girl
(1925)
“ She had not expected to be, and she had not planned to stop down town, for supper had been served to her in the hotel room, and she had not wanted it, only a couple of hours ago; but as she passed the gleaming windows of a cafeteria and gazed in upon the racks of bread and rolls, the plates of salads and the covered pots wherein steamed broths and soups, she felt weak for food and she stepped into the lunch-room, greeted by the warm, familiar odors of baked meats and hot puddings, and spicy, simmering stews. ”
