That is why I learned to sing." "I have
been baking a cake," said Helen, displaying the traces of her
occupation upon hands, arms, and apron, while Fresno, at sight of
the blue apron tied at her throat and waist, felt that he himself
was as dough in her hands. "I had a dreadful time to make it
rise."
"Early rising is always unpopular."
"How clever you are this morning."
"If I were a cake I would rise at your lightest word."
"The cook said it wouldn't be fit to eat," declared Helen.
"Jealousy! She hadn't been up long."
"And I _did_ leave a lot of dishes to wash after I had
finished," Miss Blake admitted.
"I should love to eat your cooking."
"Once in a while, perhaps, but not every day."
"Every day--always and always. You know what I-mean, Miss Blake--
Helen!" The young man bent a lover's gaze upon his companion
until he detected her eyes fastened with startled inquiry upon
his toilet. Remembering, he buttoned his coat, but ran on. "This
is the first chance I've had to see you alone since Speed
arrived. There's something I want to ask you.
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