"Oh, is n't that a sw-e-e-et little lamb!" she exclaimed, delightedly. "Oh, is n't he a darling!"
"Well—yes," said the man, holding it out and regarding it critically. "It was certainly trying to be a sweet little lamb."
She blushed. She had not seen the lamb all by himself, before; and these were the first free and natural words she had spoken. After this spontaneous outburst she proceeded more guardedly.
"And after the coffee was on," she continued, "I thought it would be such a shame for a man to have to get his own supper after I had left, with so much to eat. So I intended to leave your supper for you. That is in case you did n't come along when I—I—You see I did n't expect you home so early." To which she quickly added, "You know, when I first came along, I thought the place might possibly be vacant. Of course, I had to go in and see; and then, as long as I had already made so free, I thought I might as well use your coffee-pot and things. And your coffee, too."
"Oh, that's all right—perfectly all right. This place does n't all belong to me. There's plenty of room for everybody."
He delivered this with a sweep of his arm that seemed to give her everything inside the horizon, and possibly lap over the edges.
"So I did take your coffee—and sugar. And I hope you 'll like what I have."
"Judging by the looks, it's mighty good. Perfectly grand. But I 'll go now and put this lamb where he won't be scaring us again Miss—— Excuse me, but I haven't asked your name."
"My name is Smith. Janet Smith."
"My name is Brown. Stephen Brown. Glad to meet you, Miss Smith."