first honeymoon
breakfast, as Anna supposed it to be.

"Anything to please my husband," she answered with a flitting blush.

"Your husband? Ah, say it again; it sounds awfully good from you."

"So you don't really care for any more coffee, but just want to see my
hands among the cups. How appreciative you are!" And there was a
mischievous twinkle in her eye as she began with great elaboration the
pantomimic representation of pouring a cup of coffee, adding sugar and
cream; and concluded by handing the empty cup to Sanderson. "It would
be such a pity to waste the coffee, Lennie, when you only wanted to see
my hands."

"If I am not going to have the coffee, I insist on both the hands," he
said, taking them and kissing them repeatedly.

"I suppose I'll have to give it to you on those terms," and she
proceeded to fill the cup in earnest this time.

"Let me see. How is it that you like it? One lump of sugar and quite
a bit of cream? And tea perfectly clear with nothing at all and toast
very crisp and dry. Dear me, how do women ever remember all their
husband's likes and dislikes? It's worse than learning a new
multiplication table over again," and the most adorable pucker
contracted her pretty brows.

"And yet, see how beautifully widows manage it, even taking the
thirty-third degree and here you are, complaining before you are
initiated, and kindly remember, Mrs. Lennox Sanderson, if I take but
one lump of sugar in my coffee, there are other ways of sweetening it."
Presumably he got it sweetened to his satisfaction, for the proprietor
of the "White Rose," who attended personally to the wants of "Mr. and
Mrs. Lennox" had to cough three times before he found it discreet to
enter and inquire if everything was satisfactory.

He bowed three times like a disjointed foot rule and then retired to
charge up the wear and tear to his backbone under the head of "special
attendance."

"H-m-m!" sighed Sanderson, as the door closed on the bowing form of the
proprietor, "that fellow's presence reminds me that we are not
absolutely alone in the world, and you had almost convinced me that we
were, darling, and that by special Providence, this grim old earth had
been turned into a second Garden of Eden for our benefit. Aren't you
going to kiss me and make me forget in earnest, this time?"

"I'm sure, Lennie, I infinitely prefer the 'White Rose Inn' with you,
to the Garden of Paradise with Adam." She not only granted th