"I can walk all right," he assured her.
"Of course you can.

You're as strong as a horse.

But we needn't go too fast." She took his arm in a friendly way as they completed the journey to the outside cafeteria.
At this early hour they were the only patrons of the place.

Miss Montague, a little with the air of a solicitous nurse, seated her charge at a corner table and took the place opposite him.
"What's it going to be ?" she demanded.
Visions of rich food raced madly through his awakened mind, wide platters heaped with sausage and steaks and ham and corned-beef hash.
"Steak," he ventured, "and something like ham and eggs and some hot cakes and coffee and--" He broke off.

He was becoming too emotional under this golden spread of opportunity.