"Great Scott, young woman!" breaks out Oakley. "Didn't you look at me long enough and steadily enough to remember? Don't you recall I was disagreeable enough to ask you not to watch me eat?"
"Oh!" says Ruby, a flicker of almost human intelligence in her big eyes. "The one who wanted hot plates!"
"At last," says Oakley, "I am properly identified. Yes, I am the hot-plate person."
"You had tea for breakfast too, didn't you?" asks Ruby.
"Always," says he. "An eccentricity of mine."
"And you put salt on your muskmelon, and wanted your eggs opened, and didn't like tomato soup," adds Ruby, like she was repeatin' a lesson.
"Guilty on all three counts," says Mr. Mills.
"I tried to remember," says Ruby, sort of meek.
"Tried!" gasps Oakley. "Why, you made an art of it. You never so much as—— But tell me, was it those foolish little whims of mine you were thinking so hard about while you stood there gazing so intently at me?"
Ruby nods; a shy, bashful little nod.