“You must take something!” she said. “They won’t like it if you just sit here without ordering.”
He picked up the menu, but after a frowning scrutiny, threw it down.
“Anything that’s not too poisonous,” he said. “And hurry back, Rosaleen, before the place begins to fill up.”
She returned presently with her tray, set his dishes before him, and sat down opposite him, leaning her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands.
“You must have known I wanted to see you to-day!” she said.
“Don’t you always?”
“Yes, of course. But specially to-day. Because little Petey’s sick, and I wanted to talk to you about it.”
“Have you had a doctor?”
“Yes; but I don’t like him. I don’t think he’s much good. I want a better one.”
“I’ll see you get one.... What’s the trouble?”