So how could I come early?'
"'And is it not, my darling,
Better chocolate than never?'
The wee plate cracked a little smile.
'Oh, sir,' said she, 'you're clever!
"'And you may call to-morrow—
Even though you're choco-late!'
But pshaw! He never came, because
That cooky man was ate!"
Bob laughed right out loud, and Notta, who had been trying to make Bob merry, tossed his cap triumphantly into the air.