"My eyes were bigger than my appetite. Would you care for them?"
"Thank you, Miss Summers," he said politely, "but I never eat at noon."
"I wish you would," she insisted. "If you don't, they—they'll spoil."
"By to-morrow? Hardly, I should think. Thank you, no," he repeated.
"I find it doesn't agree—"
He saw her face fall.
"On second thought I believe I will. They look so tempting. It's very good of you to think of it."
He took the basket from her hands. But she did not leave. She stood, still hesitant, looking up at him. He motioned to his chair, the only one in the room.
"Won't you sit down?"
"But where will you sit?"
He answered by brushing some papers from the corner of the table and seating himself there. She took the chair—and the sense of adventure was very vivid.