"Do you know, you're the first girl I ever saw in this kitchen."
"Am I?"
"That's right." After a pause he added: "I'm mighty glad I didn't get home to eat Hosy's supper. I want a chance at some of them biscuit."
"Slice this bacon, please—not too thick," she added, briskly.
He took the knife. "Where do you hail from, anyway?" he asked, irrelevantly.
"From the coast," she replied.
"That so? Born there?"
"Oh no. I was born in Maryland, near Washington."
"There's a place I'd like to live if I had money enough. A feller can have a continuous picnic in Washington if he's got the dust to spare, so I hear."
"Now you set the table while I make the omelette."