"And after that?"
"Crust for pot-pie."
"De plus?"
"Curds,"—said Faith, looking down now.
"Pourquoi, Mademoiselle?"
"To eat," said Faith demurely. "You like them."
"Mademoiselle, I prefer you."
"Each in its way,"—replied Faith admirably well, but with a glance, nevertheless.
"There is only one in my way," said Mr. Linden. "Well does that complete the circuit?—I suppose nothing need go between cheese and bread but waffles?"
"I shall wish—and I suppose you would wish that I should, look over strawberries."