Nancy followed her upstairs after taking off her galoshes and dripping cap and overcoat. The home-cooked breakfast they sat down to a few minutes later was a feast indeed to one who had eaten camp and ship fare so long. There were peaches covered with thick cream to start with, scrambled eggs, delicious hot muffins and golden butter such as Nancy had not seen in a long time.
“We have our own cows and chickens here,” explained Miss Anna by way of apology for the excellent items on which others were so closely rationed. “I had some coffee made especially for you. Most everyone out here, you know, drinks tea.”
“And it is really good coffee,” said Nancy gratefully.
Most of the other residents of the house had hurried off to catch the ferry back to the city, so Nancy and her friend were not disturbed while at their breakfast. Nancy told of her training and her voyage, and answered numerous questions about mutual friends back home.
Finally she burst forth, “I can hardly wait to hear about Tommy—how he looked, what he said when you last saw him.”
“He looked really marvelous in his uniform, but he was a little nervous, and I’m afraid his visit here wasn’t very relaxing.”
“Why? What happened?”
“The very night he was here they caught some Jap subs in the harbor.”
“Really! Seems I do remember hearing something about the nervy little Nips slipping into Sydney harbor.”
“And we had a box seat for the whole performance,” Miss Anna went on.