“Excuse me,” said he, apologetically. He hesitated for a moment and then came to a decision. “I guess I’d better go and see what we’ve got. If we’ve got eggs, I can fry ’em. Bridget will be back this evening.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” said Annie, belligerently. “I told her this was the last time, the very last.”
“I’ll bet you a quarter she comes back,” said he, brightly.
“Gee! What a sport you are!” scoffed Annie.
He flushed. “Will you please set the table?”
“It’s set.”
“I’ll help you make the toast, if you’d like,” said she, a sudden feeling of pity for him coming into her niggardly soul.
“Thanks,” he said, briskly. “And the tea, too?”
“I think we’d better have coffee,” said she, asserting a preference for the housemaid’s joy.