That's the idea!--send him something to eat, something you've made yourself, he'll appreciate that." "I'm afraid he couldn't eat it if I did, Tom.

It's plain you have no acquaintance with my cooking," said Betty, laughing.
"Did Norton say if he had any idea as to the identity of the men who robbed him ?" inquired Tom casually.
"Their object wasn't robbery," said Betty.
"No ?" Ware's glance was uneasy.
"It seems that some one objects to his coming here, Tom--here to Belle Plain to see me, I suppose," added Betty.

The planter moved uncomfortably in his seat, refusing to meet her eyes.
"He shouldn't put out a yarn like that, Bet.

It isn't just the thing for a gentleman to do--" "He isn't putting it out, as you call it! He has told no one, so far as I know," said Betty quickly.

Mr.Ware fell into a brooding silence.
"Of course, Charley wouldn't mention my name in any such connection!" continued Betty.
"Who cares how often he comes here?
You don't, and I don't.