“I thought I recognized you,” she replied, forcing a little laugh.
He made no reply.
“Did you bring the sugar, dear?” she asked presently.
“No, I didn't.”
She was depending on this for preserving, and she wanted to ask why he failed, but did not quite dare.
“Can you bring it to-morrow?” she inquired after an awkward pause.
“I don't know,” he said gruffly.
Again she hesitated. She was very gentle and naturally timid, and his treatment had increased the latter tendency. At last she mustered strength to say:
“I need it very much.”