Norton went off into a great laugh. "You look so like it!" he said. "But you might be as hungry as a bear; that don't say anything against your ladylike character. Though I always heard that she bears were fiercer than the others, when once they got their spirits up. Oh, Pink, Pink!"—
He was interrupted by the waiter.
"Now Pink, we've got to be civilized, and say what we'll have. You may have a cup of coffee."
"Yes, I would like it, Norton."
"And beefsteak? or cold chicken? We'll have chicken. I know you like it best."
It was nice of Norton; for he didn't.
"Buckwheats, Pink?"
"Yes. I like them," said Matilda.
"So do I, when they are good. And rolls, in case they shouldn't be. And good syrup—Silver Drip, mind."
Norton gave his order, and the two sat waiting. Matilda examined the place and its appointments. It was neat, if it was very plain.