"And I think that as long as you feel as you do toward my friends, and can speak to me like this about Mr.Patches, you are right in saying that you belong on the range.

Mr.and Mrs.
Manning are here, I see.

I am going to dine with them.

Good-by!" She turned away, leaving him standing there.
A moment he waited, as though stunned; then he turned to make his way blindly out of the hotel.
It was nearly morning when Patches was awakened by the sound of someone moving about the kitchen.

A moment he listened, then, rising, went quickly to the kitchen door, thinking to surprise some chance night visitor.
When Phil saw him standing there the foreman for a moment said nothing, but, with the bread knife in one hand and one of Stella's good loaves in the other, stared at him in blank surprise.