Her idea had been that he was to eat his luncheon and she hers. However, she had no objection to making things ready for him. So 181 she brought the basket over in front of him and opened it. She gave one look into it.
“Did you buy all this?” she demanded.
“Why, yes,” he answered.
She removed the napkin and saw the cold chicken.
“Didn’t you know any better, or were you just trying to see how much money you could throw away?” she inquired.
“Don’t you like chicken?”
“Yes, I like chicken,” she answered.
“There are other things underneath, and hot coffee in the bottles,” he announced.
Just to see how far he had gone, she took out the other things. She caught her breath.
“Well, it’s your own affair,” she commented. “But, if you eat all this, I’m sorry for you.”