other circumstances … finally decided that she would have to do with one big, handle-less frying pan and as an auxiliary … for the biscuit dough seemed to be growing steadily in volume … the top of a lard can.
"You ought to go in for clay modelling," grinned Steele as he watched the results she was achieving. "Have you absolutely made up your mind to do everything in your power to drive me out of the country?"
"Referring to Summit City's indifference or the biscuits?" asked Beatrice.
He chuckled.
"Referring to the orders given in Summit City to block my game in any way possible."
"I have entirely … absolutely, you said, didn't you? … made up my mind," said Beatrice pleasantly.
Steele slapped his thigh resoundingly.
"It's a pure and unadulterated joy to deal with you!" he announced with gusto. "But for your own good you just use your prerogative and change your mind."
"There; they're ready for the oven." Beatrice put the pans aside, regarding her own handiwork with frank admiration while she rubbed the dough free of her fingers.
"You see, I'm warning you … not threatening," he continued lightly, "because I love … the looks of your cooking. Don't shy like that! When I make love to you … Why, girl, I wouldn't marry you if you were the last woman on the big round earth!"
"It isn't round," said Beatrice brightly. "It's an
