He gripped one end of the table cloth, and for an instant it seemed as though he meditated dumping dishes and food upon the floor.

Then he grinned, grimly amused, and sat in the chair before the table, taking up knife and fork.
Early as he arose the next morning, he found that Betty had been before him.

He saw her standing on the rear porch when he went out to care for his horse, and she smiled and called a greeting to him, which he answered soberly.
For some reason which he could not explain he felt a little reluctance toward going into the kitchen for breakfast this morning.

Yet he did go, though he waited outside until Betty came to the door and called him.

He was pretending to be busy at his saddle, though he knew this was a pretext to cover his submission to her.