Meanwhile the savory odor of the hoe-cakes floated over his shoulder and bits of the conversation broke in upon him.
"Aw, take two or three and butter 'em while they are hot. Long sweetening or short?"
"Both," said Annette. "I never tasted
anything so g-good. Sandy, what's the matter with you? I never saw you when you weren't hungry b-before. Look! Won't you try this s-sizzly one?"
Sandy looked and was lost. He ate with a coming appetite.
The farmer's wife served them with delighted zeal; she made trip after trip from the stove to the table, pausing frequently to admire her guests.
"I've had six," said Annette; "do you suppose I'll have time for another one?"
"Lemme give you both a clean plate and some pie," suggested the eager housewife.
Sandy looked at her and smiled.
"I'll take the clean plate," he said, "and—and more hoe-cakes."