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"But nobody has asked you," said Dan. "And how," melodramatically, "could you expect me to keep away when you are here, and I smelt new saffron cake?" "And how do you expect me to do all I've a-got to do with the lot of you thronging up every inch of my kitchen?" she went on, ignoring his flattery. "Ask me another," said Dan, handing nubbies the while to all the others. "I give that one up.
It is a grim business, that ranch breakfast. Two paling lamps struggle with the dawn, now edging in, and the half light is held low in tone by smoke from the cake griddle, so that no man may see another too plainly. But no man wishes to see another. He stares dully into his own plate and eats with stern aversion.
Bella spread the cloth and arranged the cups and plates and mugs. As a rule, she put them down in any haphazard fashion, but to-day she did try to arrange the things nicely. Miss Hender was busily taking out cake and cutting bread and butter.
There was something delightful in the place, too, with its windows opening on the tree-tops of the Square, and the air of a warm autumn evening bringing in the sound of a woebegone brass band from afar, mixed with the endless hum of wheels with hoof-beats in the heart of it, like currants in a cake.
There really did seem to be something different about her, and when we all had to blow to extinguish the candles on her birthday cake, all except the life-light in the middle, as a sign that the other years have passed, she really got quite pale, for she was afraid that in joke or through awkwardness some one would blow out her life-light. Thank goodness it was all right.
"I'm afraid I can't eat my cake and have it, too," she mused drowsily. "Well whether or not I can have freedom, at least I MUST have luxury. I'm afraid Grant can't give me nearly all I want who could? ... If I had the courage Craig could make more than Grant has, if he were put to it. I'm sure he could. I'm sure he could do almost anything but be attractive to a woman.
Wendover his tea, and offered the cake and fruit, which always accompanied the meal at the Homestead.
"Cheer 'em up a bit!" he hinted to my Lady. "Cake!" my Lady muttered to herself with great decision, crossing the room and opening a cupboard, from which she presently returned with two slices of plum-cake. "Eat, and don't cry!" were her short and simple orders: and the poor children sat down side by side, but seemed in no mood for eating.
Both are dead; and their secret will not come to life again. But we can at least say for certain that Inspector Vérot was here and took away with him the cake of chocolate on which the teeth of the tiger were seen for the first time, and also that Inspector Vérot succeeded, thanks to circumstances with which we are unacquainted, in discovering M. Fauville's projects."
The sullen mouth undoubtedly answered "No"; the wistful eyes undoubtedly replied in another key. She shrugged the question away and stepped out of her room toward the kitchen, whistling a tune to raise her spirits. "Late, Sally," said the cook, tossing another hot cake on the growing pile which surmounted the warmer. "Sure; I busted my mirror," said Sally.
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