"I've dreaded this.

I've put off telling you for a week--I don't like eating humble pie.

But it's all right now, God bless you--we can eat it side by side." "Why, Joe, dear, how nice!" she sighed.

"Go on and tell me.

What will it mean ?" He held up his hand.
"Hold on a minute, can't you?
Let me make my little speech.