So contrite was her tone that Jenks was astonished.
"Yes," he said, pointing to the dish-cover.

"If you polish the top of that with your sleeve it will serve as a plate.

Luncheon is ready." He neatly dished up two slices of ham on a couple of biscuits and handed them to her, with the clasp-knife.
"I can depend on my fingers," he explained.

"It will not be the first time." "Have you led an adventurous life ?" she asked, by way of polite conversation.
"No," he growled.
"I only thought so because you appear to know all sorts of dodges for prolonging existence--things I never heard of." "Broiled ham--and biscuits--for instance ?" At another time Iris would have snapped at him for the retort.

Still humbly regretful for her previous attitude she answered meekly-- "Yes, in this manner of cooking them, I mean.