For instance, the first Morning at Breakfast it came out that her
Idea of a Dainty Snack with which to usher in the Day was a Lettuce
Sandwich, a Couple of Olives and a Child's Cup full of Cocoa, while
he wanted $35 worth of Ham and Eggs, a stack of Griddle Cakes and a
Tureen of Coffee.
She was a case of Ambrosia and Nectar and he was plain old Ham and
Spinach.
It used to give her Hysterics to see him bark at an Ear of Green Corn,
at the same time making a Sound like a Dredge.
[Illustration: _Inhaling It._]
For Dinner she liked a little Consomme en Tasse and then a Nice Salad,
while he insisted on a Steak the size of a Door Mat and German Fried
to come along.
They did not Mocha and Java at all on their Reading Matter. She liked
Henry James and Walter Pater and he preferred Horse Papers and the
Comic Supplement. Sometimes when she would wander off into the Realms
of Poesy he would follow her as far as he could, and then sit down and
wait for her to get through rambling and come back.
If they took in a Show she was always plugging for Mrs. Fiske or
Duse, while he claimed that Rogers Brothers were better than Booth and
Barrett had been in their Prime.
She could weep over a Tosti Serenade, and he would walk a Mile at any
time to see a good Buck Dance.
When they got around to fixing up Invitation Lists, there was more or
less Geeing and Hawing.
All of his Friends belonged to the Hitemup Division.
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