"Thank you," continued the visitor in a grateful tone; "you've saved my life."
"I wish I had a dollar for every time I've saved your life," laughed Mrs. Mackenzie.
"So do I, for you are a good and beautiful woman, and you deserve a fortune, if anybody ever did."
"Go away, you flatterer. You remind me of a big, motherless chicken."
"Gaunt and chicken-like I may be, but never motherless while you live. A little bread and butter, please, to go with the coffee."
"Wouldn't you like some bacon?" asked Mackenzie, hospitably.
"Well, perhaps—a little. Mrs. Mackenzie cooks it beautifully."
"Ellen," said her mother, "get another plate."
"You're so good to me," murmured the Ensign, drawing his chair closer to his hostess. "Are those doughnuts?"