That afternoon, when he had returned to the seaboard, Bessie asked him, “How was the house?”
“Beautiful,” said Thaddeus, quite truthfully; for it was.
“Did Ellen say anything about the hamper?”
“Not a word.”
“Did you speak to her about it?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, Teddy! How could you forget it?”
To the lasting honor of Thaddeus be it said that he bore up under this unflinchingly.
“Did you have a good breakfast, Ted?” Bessie asked, returning to the subject later.
“Very,” said Thaddeus, thinking of the hearty meal he and his fellow-sufferer had eaten at the club after getting back to town. “We had a tomato omelet, coffee, toast, rice cakes, tenderloin steak, and grits.”