“Well, upon my word, you look like newly-weds,” he said, and that made me blush so that I pretended to drop something and leaned over to pick it up, for I was ashamed to look at Paul Bonnat after that.
“My, but it smells good,” said Fisher. “Got a bite for another beggar, Miss Ascough?” Then his eye went slowly and amazedly about the room, and he exclaimed: “Gee whiz! Have the fairies been to work? Well, you certainly look cozy now.”
He drew up a chair, and went to work on the remnants of our feast, talking constantly as he ate.
“Say, Miss Ascough, we fellows can have lots of spreads like this, now that we know you can cook.”
“What do you take her for?” growled Bonnat. “Do you think the whole hungry bunch of you are going to have her cooking for you? Not on your life, you’re not.”
Fisher laughed.
“By the way, there’s a bunch of us going down to the Bowery to-morrow night. We’ll get chop suey at a pretty good joint there, and then we’re going to Atlantic Garden where we can get those big steins of beer. Why don’t you bring Miss Ascough along?”
Bonnat leaned over the table and asked:
“Will you go with me?” just as if I would be conferring a great favor on him, and I said that I would. After that I was included in all their little trips, and sometimes I would try to pretend I was a boy, too; only there was Paul, and somehow when I looked at Paul, I was glad I was a girl.