"Early rising is always unpopular."
"How clever you are this morning."
"If I were a cake I would rise at your lightest word."
"The cook said it wouldn't be fit to eat," declared Helen.
"Jealousy! She hadn't been up long."
"And I did leave a lot of dishes to wash after I had finished," Miss Blake admitted.
"I should love to eat your cooking."
"Once in a while, perhaps, but not every day."
"Every day—always and always. You know what I-mean, Miss Blake— Helen!" The young man bent a lover's gaze upon his companion until he detected her eyes fastened with startled inquiry upon his toilet. Remembering, he buttoned his coat, but ran on. "This is the first chance I've had to see you alone since Speed arrived. There's something I want to ask you."
"I—I know what it is," stammered Helen. "You want me to let you sing again. Please do. I love morning music—and your voice is so tender."