“If you had a brother would he like salad?”
“Do they put dressing on it? If I could have just plain lettuce.”
“Ask for it my child, ask and it shall be given unto thee.”
A waitress brought the beef and salad, two glasses with an inch of whisky in each, and a large syphon.
Miriam ordered beef and potatoes.
“I suppose the steak and onion days are over.”
“I shan’t have another steak and onions, please God, until next November.”
Miriam laughed delightedly.
“Why haven’t you gone away for the week-end, child?”
“I told you she wouldn’t.”