“A pound or two of chops,” he ordered.
“If you have eggs for breakfast, you will need chops only for dinner. Two chops will be enough.”
Before she was through she had done practically all his ordering for him,––because she could not bear to see waste,––and the total came to about one half what it usually cost him. He thought there must be some mistake, and 168 insisted that Hans make a second reckoning. The total was the same.
“I shall trade with you altogether after this,” he informed the pleased proprietor.
There were several packages, but Hans bound them together into two rather large-sized ones. With one of these in each hand, Don came out upon the street with Miss Winthrop.
“I’m going home now,” she announced.
“There you are again!” he exclaimed.
“But I must.”
“I suppose you think I ought to go home.”
“Certainly.”