“Shucks, Kurt! You got such a bad bargain when you drew me, you ought to have something thrown in. It’s all done up in a nice napkin—looks as if it would taste good. Oh, what a feast! Pork sandwiches, deviled eggs, dills, a keep-hot bottle of coffee, layer cake and pie. Bender knew how to pick a partner. What shall we drink out of?”
He produced a drinking cup, poured some coffee in it and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she said. “Shall we make it a loving cup, Kurt?”
He ignored her question and plunged greedily into a pork sandwich. He had had so much business in town that day, he had taken no time to eat.
The girl partook of Bender’s pilfered luncheon sparingly and without zest.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked her presently, his temper disappearing as his appetite was appeased.
“No; it’s a long time since I’ve been hungry.”
“What did you steal this food for then?”
“I don’t know. Yes, I do. It was because that Bender woman gave me such a once-over, and decided I was the scum of the earth. Is that the way your topside tavern woman will look at me?”
“No;” he replied earnestly. “She’s made a woman out of worse than you.”