“Well, I think so,” exclaimed the bachelor housekeeper in dismay and delight.
“Table set, too,” declared Roger, stepping into the tiny dining-room. “No table-cloth; how is that, Judith?”
“I couldn’t look around for things,” said Judith, flushing; “I was afraid every minute of intruding. I haven’t looked into places any more than I could help.”
“Miss Judith, I am ashamed—”
“You are grateful, you lucky dog,” interrupted Roger. “We are as hungry as tramps, Judith; our host stopped at the store and bought sugar cakes and cheese to treat us on, not knowing the feast he was bringing his guest home to.”
Biscuits, molasses cake, ham and eggs and coffee.
Judith’s eyes were demure and satisfied; she had never had such a good time in her life.
“I can get you a table-cloth if it will not be too much trouble to reset the table,” proposed the host as unembarrassed as his visitors could desire.
“Please don’t,” said Judith, “unless for your own convenience.”
“I acknowledge I haven’t seen a table-cloth on my own table since I have been my own housekeeper: but we must have napkins. I cannot do without napkins unless I am camping out.”