"Coffee—can you make coffee?"
"Yes, sir, three ways."
"Well, one way will do," said Wade, hurriedly. "And you'll find some eggs there, I believe, and some bread. You might fry the eggs and toast the bread. I guess that will do for this morning."
"Yes, sir, thank you," answered Zephania, politely. "Wouldn't you rather have the eggs poached?"
"Er—why, yes, if you can do it."
"I can cook eggs eleven ways," said Zephania, proudly. "Are you going to eat breakfast in here or in there?" She nodded past Wade at the sitting-room.
"Well, what do you think?"
"It's sunnier in there, sir. I could just clear the end of that table. There's a fine big tray, sir."
"An excellent idea," replied Wade. "I place myself—and my house—in your hands, Zephania."
"Thank you, sir," said Zephania.