"WHY, Bob, I thought you'd be miles away by this time!" cried Bettina, as Bob came into the house at the usual time one evening.
"They called off our trip on account of the weather. And I supposed you'd be at your mother's!"
"It was raining so that I decided to build a cozy little fire in the fireplace and stay at home."
"Well, I'm glad you're here! I was expecting to come home to a cold, dark house, and this is much more cheerful."
"And I expected not to see you till midnight, so I'm well suited too! But, Bobby, you mustn't complain if I give you a 'pick-up meal.' I expected to eat only a lunch myself."
"I don't care what you give me, just so it's hot. My walk through the rain has given me an appetite. I'll help you get supper and wash the dishes, Bettina, and then afterward we'll pop corn and toast marshmallows by the fire. What do you say?"
"Fine, Bob! I cooked some celery today—just a little—and I think I'll fix 'celery au gratin' for you. The cooky-jar is full of rocks——"
"A full cooky-jar! Bettina, that ought to be the symbol of our happy home. May it always be full!"
"You're altogether too oratorical for a staid married man, Bob. Well, as I was saying, here is apple sauce, and I'll soon have some emergency biscuit stirred up. Then with scrambled eggs——"