Then she ground the coffee, and beat a couple of eggs to put in, "because there is company," she gravely explained to the cook.

She asked that delighted individual if he did not like it best that way, and he said he did not know, because he never had a chance to taste it.

The Angel said that was her case exactly--she never had, either; she was not allowed anything stronger than milk.

Then they laughed together.
She told the cook about camping with her father, and explained that he made his coffee that way.

When the steam began to rise from the big boiler, she stuffed the spout tightly with clean marshgrass, to keep the aroma in, placed the boiler where it would only simmer, and explained why.