"Sit yourselves down," ordered Anya. "It's time to eat. Elinor, it's your turn to feed the twins tonight. Don't forget to put their bibs on. Why, Basso, I declare! You haven't washed your hands yet. Dectho even has washed his hands before you. Go right now" (with a good-natured swat) "and clean those filthy paws!" The large family sat down at the table with a pleasant, homely clatter. Ficum glanced around the table, wondering where he should sit. Foi, who was fourteen, indicated a spot next to him, across from Elinor.