time. Practice should have lent grace to the salutation, but seemingly it had not.
"Aren't some of you young people going to sit down with me?" demanded Mr. Black, noticing suddenly that the table was set for only two.
"Yes," said Mrs. Crane with evident dismay, "surely you're coming to the table, too."
"We can't," explained Marjory. "It takes all of us to do the serving. Besides we haven't but two dining-room chairs. Sit here, please, Mrs. Crane; and this is your place, Mr. Black."
Mr. Black looked red and uncomfortable as he unfolded his napkin. Mrs. Crane looked, as Marjory said afterward, for all the world as if she were going to cry. Perhaps the prospect of a good dinner after a long siege of poor ones was too much for her, for ordinarily, Mrs. Crane was a very cheerful woman.
Although both guests declared that the
