fore Mr. Black, who was to carve it, Mr. Black did not ask the other guest what part she liked best, but, with a whimsical smile, quietly cut off both wings and put them on Mrs. Crane's plate.
Mrs. Crane looked up with an odd, tremulous expression—sort of weepy, Mabel described it afterwards—and said: "Thank you, Peter."
It seemed to Mabel at the time that the guests were getting acquainted with a rapidity that was little short of remarkable—"Peter" indeed.
Then, when everything else was eaten, and Marjory had brought the nuts and served them, Mrs. Crane, hardly waiting for the door to close behind the little waitress, leaned forward suddenly and said:
"Peter, do you remember how you pounded my thumb when I held that hard black walnut for you to crack?"
"I remember everything, Sarah. I've always been sorry about that thumb—and
