"Do I look mad?" asked she, tartly.

"I'd tell a man you do!"

"Well--my appearance doesn't half express the state of my mind!"

"Your mind must be in an awful state."

"It is."

Two minutes passed silently.

"Dr. Cecil's bread is done--she gave me a slice as big as your hat, with
butter and jelly on it. It was out of sight."

The Little Doctor groaned, and rallied.

"Butter and jelly on my hat, did you say?"

"Not on your hat--on the bread. I ate it coming back down the coulee--
and I sure had my hands full, leading Concho, too."

The Little Doctor held back the question trembling on her hungry,
parched lips as long as she could, but it would come.

"Was it good?"

"I'd tell a man!" said Chip, briefly and eloquently.