"And cocoa," he finished. "Do you mind keeping house here for two minutes whilst I run down to get the milk. We have a dairy two doors away."
He returned in a moment and she helped him to set out the table, for which there was no cloth.
"This chair is hard," she said again later, when she had been seated on it some little time. "I must send you a soft chair, Morgan. I haven't given you a birthday present this year."
"Indeed, you must not. Such luxuries are out of place here, and you ought not to try to spoil me."
"But, dear Morgan, you've a lovely rug, and I'm sure you ought to have a nice chair to keep it company. You've your guests to think of now. I must have something to sit on when I come and so must your papa. I'm willing to admit my suggestion was not quite a disinterested one; in fact, I'm prepared to be perfectly unscrupulous so long as I carry my point."
"I'd better yield before you get so far as that. Only, of course, the chair shall be used exclusively for my visitors."
"Oh, you must sit on it sometimes, as well."
"Well, let us not quarrel about it."
"Of course we're not going to quarrel about it. We're going to be the best of friends now, aren't we?"
"I never dared dream——" he began.