And--goodness gracious! What is this I see before me?
Can this really be a sausage ?" "Yes, sir," laughed Virgie with delight.

"And there's the ham.

I smoked it myself over hick'ry wood.

Please help yourself." She pretended to arrange a cup and saucer in front of her and held daintily in her fingers a pair of imaginary sugar tongs.
"Coffee?
How many lumps?
And _do_ you take cream ?" "Five, please--and a little cream.

There--just right." She passed the cup gracefully and added a little moue of concern for the efficiency of her menage.
"I'm afraid you won't find it very hot," said this surprising young hostess.