“Really,” she mocked smilingly.
“What—what kind?” He sought desperately in his mind for knowledge on the subject. “Gingerbread?”
“Chocolate layer cake,” she answered.
“Oh!” he sighed ecstatically.
“Do you like it?” she asked, touched, perchance, by the pathos of his tone.
“Worship it!” he assured her. “I suppose you—er—I suppose you haven’t any left?”
“I think there is some,” she answered, striving to control the quivering corners of her delicious mouth. “Are you hungry?”