Only don't burn those precious fingers." Virgie carried the steaming cup to her father and put it in his hands with shining eyes.
"This is better than our old belt supper, Daddy, isn't it ?" she said, with a flirt of her tangled curls.

"Anyway--it _smells_ nicer." She was back at the sugar bag at once, digging out spoonfuls for Morrison's coffee.
"Thank you, Miss Cary, I am indeed obliged to you.

Now do sit down and _eat_.

No, not another word till you've eaten two whole biscuits!" For several ecstatic moments the child munched her biscuits.

It had been a long time since she had eaten anything so delicious, although if those same biscuits had appeared on the Cary table a month ago they would have probably been scorned.