They were, as the up-country bride would have put it, “graciously accepted.” Miss La Heu stood them in water on the counter beside her ledger. She was looking lovely.
“I expected you yesterday,” she said. “The new Lady Baltimore was ready.”
“Well, if it is not all eaten yet—”
“Oh, no! Not a slice gone.”
“Ah, nobody does your art justice here!”
“Go and sit down at your table, please.”
It was really quite difficult to say to her from that distance the sort of things that I wished to say; but there seemed to be no help for it, and I did my best.
“I shall miss my lunches here very much when I’m gone.”
“Did you say coffee to-day?”
“Chocolate. I shall miss—”