I'd only known it I could have brought my razor and overcoat and some clean collars, but somehow you never seem to know when"
He broke off, eyeing her vaguely. He had little notion what he had been saying or what he would say next.
"This is going to be good," said the Montague girl. "I can see that from here. But now you c'mon—we'll walk slow—and you tell me the rest when you've had a little snack."
She even helped him to rise, with a hand under his elbow, though he was quick to show her that he had not needed this help. "I can walk all right," he assured her.
"Of course you can. You're as strong as a horse. But we needn't go too fast." She took his arm in a friendly way as they completed the journey to the outside cafeteria.
At this early hour they were the only patrons of the place. Miss Montague, a little with the air of a solicitous nurse, seated her charge at a corner table and took the place opposite him.
"What's it going to be?" she demanded.
Visions of rich food raced madly through his awakened mind, wide platters heaped with sausage and steaks and ham and corned-beef hash.
"Steak," he ventured, "and something like ham and eggs and some hot cakes and coffee and" He broke off. He was becoming too emotional under this golden spread of opportunity. The girl glanced up from the bill of fare and appraised the wild light in his eyes.
"One minute, Kid—let's be more restful at first. You know—kind of ease into the heavy eats. It'll prob'ly be better for you."
"Anything you say," he conceded. Her words of caution had stricken him with a fear that this was a dream; that he would wake up under blankets back in the Crystal Palace. It was like that in dreams. You seemed able to order all sorts of food, but something happened; it never reached the table. He would take no further initiative in this scene, whether
