The outer door opened and closed as Olive entered.
Mary! she called. Then, What on earth are you doing in the kitchen?
I thought I'd like to try to get dinner, but I don't seem to know what to do.
Olive regarded her silently for a moment: astonishment shone from her eyes. It was obvious, too, that she was amused.
You set the table, she commanded half-humorously, and I'll get dinner as usual.
But Ollie, I really want to learn how to cook. Please let me help.
Well, Olive remarked, as she tied an apron over her dress, the sheik is pretty good, I guess. Studying up on domestic science already, eh?
Mary could not resist a smile. The sheik is pretty good, she echoed, altering the stress. I thought that some night when he came here to dinner I'd like to prepare it.
You thought . . . ! Say, Mary, don't scare the man away. You prepare your first meal for him after you're married. It will be too late for him to leave you then.
Ollie, do you think I'll be as bad as all that?
I'll say you'll be rotten. . . . Olive's increased amazement was clearly written on her countenance. . . . When you get started, Mary, you're certainly a fast worker, unless you've been holding this sheik out on me. You haven't been meeting him in
