"Then you can tell me so, quietly; but it's no reason to go quarrelling like that. I can't eat any more now."
"Oh, Addie, just when I've ordered...."
"What?"
"Apple-pudding and wine-sauce."
"Well, it'll keep till to-morrow."
"Do have a little. You know you like it."
"Yes, but I can't eat when I see you so cross. It chokes me, here."
And he pointed to his throat.
"Have just a little bit," she said, coaxingly.
"If you're very good."