"They are."
"I remember once, when you gave me a doughnut, just after drill. I can taste it yet."
"Is that so? I'd forgotten it."
"Now that I think of it, you didn't, but you said you would, some time."
She laughed and pushed the plate toward him.
"Ye gods!" he exclaimed, sinking his white teeth into a doughnut, "what cooking! What a woman!"
"I think I'll ask to be excused," said Mackenzie, rising and pushing back his chair.
"Certainly," responded the soldier, with a gesture of elaborate unconcern. "Don't stay on my account, I beg of you. Think of real cream in your coffee!" he sighed, scraping the pitcher with a spoon. "I could drink cream."
"You're not going to," put in Mrs. Mackenzie, pointedly.
"I know it," he answered sadly; "I only wish I were."