“Jim, dear, you must get up now! Breakfast is almost ready and it won't be fit to eat if you don't come on.”
He opened his heavy eyelids and gazed at her sleepily.
“All righto——! Just as you say—just as you say.”
“Hurry! Breakfast will be ready before you can dress.”
“Gee! Breakfast all ready! You're one smart little wifie, Kiddo.”
The compliment failed to please. She was sure that he had been fully awake twice before and pretended to be asleep from sheer laziness and indifference.
The thought hurt.
When they sat down at last to breakfast, she looked into his half-closed eyes with a sudden start.
“Why, Jim, your eyes are red!”
“Yes?”