"Won't you do me a little favor?"
"Oh, yes! A dozen of 'em, big or little."
"Please bring down this evening something that needs mending. I am so much better—"
"No, no! I wasn't hinting for you to do anything tonight."
"But you've promised me," she urged. "Remember I've been resting nearly all day. I'm used to sewing, and earned my living at it. Somehow, it don't seem natural for me to sit with idle hands."
"If I hadn't promised—"
"But you have."
"I suppose I'm fairly caught," and he brought down a little of the most pressing of the mending.
"Now I'll reward you," she said, handing him his pipe, well filled. "You go in the parlor and have a quiet smoke. I won't be long in clearing up the kitchen."
"What! Smoke in the parlor?"