“Neither do I,” she said, demurely.
“I was wondering,” he said, hesitatingly, “whether we couldn’t do without puddings for awhile and just have nuts and raisins, or fruit—What are you laughing at?”
“At your new rôle of housekeeper. You usually don’t seem to know what is on the table.”
“I have a good appetite.”
“Yes, but you don’t criticize. You just eat what is set before you. I am sure it has escaped your masculine observation that for several weeks past we have had only one dish in the pastry course.”
“Well, what of it?”
“Why, we always used to have two or three—pudding, pie, and jelly or creams. Now we never have pudding and pie at the same time.”
“What is that for?” he asked.
“Oh, for something,” she said, quietly. “Now tell me what has gone wrong with you.”