For one thing, the look of Glenn! When had he ever seemed like this, wonderfully happy to have her there, consciously proud of this dinner he had prepared in half an hour, strangely studying her as one on trial?
This might have had its effect upon Carley's reaction to the situation, making it sweet, trenchant with meaning, but she was hungry enough and the dinner was good enough to make this hour memorable on that score alone.

She ate until she was actually ashamed of herself.

She laughed heartily, she talked, she made love to Glenn.

Then suddenly an idea flashed into her quick mind.
"Glenn, did this girl Flo teach you to cook ?" she queried, sharply.
"No.

I always was handy in camp.