hands among the cups. How appreciative you are!" And there was a
mischievous twinkle in her eye as she began with great elaboration the
pantomimic representation of pouring a cup of coffee, adding sugar and
cream; and concluded by handing the empty cup to Sanderson. "It would
be such a pity to waste the coffee, Lennie, when you only wanted to see
my hands."

"If I am not going to have the coffee, I insist on both the hands," he
said, taking them and kissing them repeatedly.

"I suppose I'll have to give it to you on those terms," and she
proceeded to fill the cup in earnest this time.

"Let me see. How is it that you like it? One lump of sugar and quite
a bit of cream? And tea perfectly clear with nothing at all and toast
very crisp and dry. Dear me, how do women ever remember all their
husband's likes and dislikes? It's worse than learning a new
multiplication table over again," and the most adorable pucker
contracted her pretty brows.

"And yet, see how beautifully widows manage it, even taking the
thirty-third degree and here you are, complaining before you are
initiated, and kindly remember, Mrs. Lennox Sanderson, if I take but
one lump of sugar in my coffee, there are other ways of sweetening it."
Presumably he got it sweetened to his satisfaction, for the proprietor
of the "White Rose," who attended personally to the wants of "Mr. and
Mrs. Lennox" had to cough three times before he found it discreet to
enter and inquire if everything was satisfactory.

He bowed three times like a disjointed foot rule and then retired to