We went through it all—every stage. She left it to me to choose.
"Tea-cake," said I, because I knew that we should have to send out to buy them, and I wanted to buy something for her. I have said it before; I envy the men who buy things for women. She looked doubtful.
"Scones," I suggested. We should have had to send out for scones, too. But she chose hot buttered toast. That is just the way these things go. When Mrs. Bullwell answered the bell, I told her to bring the whole business as quick as she could.
"What made you think of tea?" asked Clarissa.
"It's the time," said I, "nearly five."
"I'm glad you did think of it."
"Why?"
"I'm hungry."
"Yes—I knew you were," I said quickly. "I saw it in your face. You haven't had any lunch."
"I haven't had anything to-day."