He watched her with a delicious luxury of rest and content; for he was very tired and very happy.
She put a little table beside him, covered with a large napkin; and then she brought a loaf of brown bread and some honey, with a mould of yellow butter, and last a little covered dish of chicken.
"I broiled that for you myself," she explained proudly; "and I did not mean to give you coffee, but what do you think ?--the whole canister of tea has disappeared.

When Alfaretta went to get it for my supper, it had gone." "Oh," John said, smiling, while Helen began to pour some cream into his coffee from a flat little silver jug, "I forgot to mention it: the fact is, I took that tea with me this afternoon,--I thought probably they had none in the house; and I wish you could have seen the woman's joy at the sight of it.

I cooked some for her,--she told me how," he said deprecatingly, for Helen laughed; "and she said it was very good, too," he added.
But Helen refused to believe that possible.

"It was politeness, John," she cried gayly, "and because, I suppose, you presented her with my lacquered canister." "I did leave it," John admitted; "I never thought of it." But he forgot even to ask forgiveness, as she bent towards him, resting her hand on his shoulder while she put his cup beside him.
"The fire has flushed your cheek," he said, touching it softly, the lover's awe shining in his eyes; with John it had never been lost in the assured possession of the husband.

Helen looked at him, smiling a little, but she did not speak.