She spread a napkin before him and placed the chicken on it, surrounding it with the tin of sardines, the boxes of crackers, the jar of marmalade, the cheese, the confectionery, and other things. Then she unrolled her own package of sandwiches, and proceeded to munch one.
“Look here!” he exclaimed. “You didn’t think I bought this all for myself?”
“I’d rather think that than to think you thought I was silly enough to want you to throw away your money.”
He was carving the chicken, and he handed her a portion upon one of the bright aluminum plates. But she shook her head in refusal.
“You aren’t going to have any of this?”
“No, thank you.”
“I call that rather too bad, because if you don’t it will be wasted.”
“It was wasted when you bought it.”
“But you didn’t tell me what to get.”