Two lumps and a little cream, I guess that's the way.

I rummaged in the icebox, and found a bottle of cream hidden away at the back.

That was right, wasn't it ?" A strange, an almost uncanny feeling of reminiscence, of vague yet profound familiarity, was stealing over her.

It all seemed to have happened before, somewhere, somehow--the slow awakening to the large dark form in the yellow firelight, O'Hara's sudden turning to look at her, his exuberance, his sanguine magnetism, and even the cup of coffee he made and brought to her side.

She felt that it was the most natural thing in the world to awake and find him there and to drink his coffee.
"It's good," she answered; "I had no dinner, and I am very hungry." "I thought you'd be.