“Now,” he asked, when she had concluded, “what do you think I’d better order?”
Her cheeks were flushed, and she knew it.
“I’m sure I don’t know,” she answered.
He saw some eggs.
“I might as well have a dozen eggs to start with,” he began.
“Is there only yourself?” she inquired.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Then I should think a half-dozen would do.”
“A half-dozen,” he corrected the order.
Then he thought of chops.