"Oh, yes," responded Mrs. Howard, coolly; "but I don't make them very often. I haven't made any for months."
"I have the plan of 'em all written down, in case you should forget how. I'm saving it for my wife. Can I go and look in the pantry?"
"No, you cannot."
"Why don't you get married, George?" asked Mrs. Franklin, by way of a diversion.
"I've never been asked."
"Didn't you ever ask anybody?"
"Oh, Lord, yes! I've asked every girl I've ever met. Say, do you know that I've got so now that I can propose off-hand, as easily as other fellows can after they've written it out and learned it? If there was a girl here at the Fort who suited me, I'd ask everybody to my wedding inside of two weeks."
"Charming diffidence," murmured Katherine.
"Modest soul," commented Mrs. Franklin. "What kind of a girl would suit you?"
"I like the domestic variety. The faithful kind, you know. One who wouldn't gad all the time. Good cook, and that sort of thing."