He leaned to pat her cheek. "These are swell potatoes, hon."
Her lips warmed and opened. "I—I told her how to make 'em."
"Give me some more."
She in turn leaned to press his hand. "Such a hungry boy."
"Can I take a peek at the kid before—"
"Aw, Phonzie, and wake him up like you did last night. He'll sleep straight through now till half past twelve; that's why I didn't even tiptoe back in the bedroom myself. The doctor says the first half of the night is his best sleep; let him sleep till half past twelve, dear."
"Aw, just one peek before I go."
"Before you what?"
"I got to go out for a little while to-night, hon. On business."
"Where?"