"You--you're not eating, my dear," said Mr. Chalk.
"If I ate anything it would choke me," was the reply.
Mr. Chalk affected surprise, but his voice quavered. To cover his
discomfiture he passed his cup up for more coffee, shivering despite
himself, as he noticed the elaborate care which Mrs. Chalk displayed in
rinsing out the cup and filling it to the very brim. Beyond raising her
eyes to the ceiling when he took another piece of toast, she made no
sign.
[Illustration: "He passed his cup up for more coffee."]
"You're not looking yourself," ventured Mr. Chalk, after a time.
His wife received the information silence.
"I've noticed it for some time," said the thoughtful husband, making
another effort. "It's worried me."
"I'm not getting younger, I know," assented Mrs. Chalk. "But if you
think that that's any excuse for your goings on, you're mistaken."
Mr. Chalk murmured something to the effect that he did not understand
her.
"You understand well enough," was the reply. "When that girl came
whistling over the fence last night you said you thought it was a bird."
"I did," said Mr. Chalk, hastily taking a spoonful of egg.
Mrs.
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