His next move was to rake out a pile of the red coals, a feat he performed with the stick, and upon these he placed the pot.

Also he removed the other pot from the fire, leaving it, however, quite close.
"Well, all eyes ?" he bantered, suddenly staring at her.

"Didn't I say I'd surprise you ?" "Don't mind me.

This is about the happiest and most bewildered moment--of my life," replied Carley.
Returning to the table, Glenn dug at something in a large red can.

He paused a moment to eye Carley.
"Girl, do you know how to make biscuits ?" he queried.
"I might have known in my school days, but I've forgotten," she replied.
"Can you make apple pie ?" he demanded, imperiously.
"No," rejoined Carley.
"How do you expect to please your husband ?" "Why--by marrying him, I suppose," answered Carley, as if weighing a problem.
"That has been the universal feminine point of view for a good many years," replied Glenn, flourishing a flour-whitened hand.