"I was just going to say, mother, that I wanted you to try and keep these gentlemen from going beyond our house to-night, because you can put it so much better than I can."
The old lady, thereupon, so judiciously blended coaxing with the apology of disparagement, that the only alternative left the pedestrians was that of remaining; for to go on would have been to treat the disparagement as real, and a sufficient cause for their seeking other shelter. The house they entered was small but neat. It consisted almost altogether of one room, called a living room, which answered all the purposes of eating, sleeping and sitting. Outside were a summer kitchen and a dairy or milk-house, and, a short distance off, were the barn and the stable, the sole occupant of the latter at the time being a cow that spent most of its leisure out of doors. Supper did not take long preparing, and the travellers did ample justice to a very enjoyable meal. The dominie engaged the hostess in conversation about German cookery, Sauer Kraut, Nudeln and various kinds of Eierkuchen, which she described with evident satisfaction.
"Mrs. Hill and Wilkinson are regular Deipnosophists," remarked Coristine to the host.
"That's too deep for me," he whispered back. "But tell it to the mistress now; she's that fond of jawbreakers she'll never forget it."
"We were remarking, Mrs. Hill, that you and Wilkinson are a pair of Deipnosophists."
The old man looked quizically at his wife, and she glanced in a questioning way at the dominie.
"My friend is trying to show off his learning at our expense," the latter remarked. "One Athenæus, who lived in the second century, wrote a book with that name, containing conversations, like those in 'Wilson's Noctes Ambrosianæ,' but upon gastronomy."
"I was not aware," said the hostess, "that they had gas so far back as that."
Wilkinson bit his lip, but dared not explain, and the lawyer looked sheepish at the turn affairs were taking.
"It's aisy remembered, mother," put in the quondam schoolmaster.