"She was black and white and her name was Ollendorff."
"You'll still persist in that deception?"
"I do."
"You're almost too proficient."
"You had better not try me too far."
She smiled brightly at him over the fowl which she was getting ready for the pan, stuffing it with a dressing already prepared.
"I wonder how far I might be trying you, Harry dear," she said mischievously.
He glanced at her.
"I don't know," he said quietly "but I think I've learned something of the meaning of patience in the army."
"Then God be praised!" she ejaculated with air of piety, putting the fowl into the pan.