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think it’s fun sweltering in that oven of a kitchen to keep things warm for you, you’re mistaken.

—I’m sorry, Ruth, really I am.

—That’s what you always say; but you keep coming late just the same.

—I know; and I can’t seem to help it. Something crops up every day to delay me. I mean to be here on time.

—[With a sigh.] Mean-tos don’t count.

—[With a conciliating smile.] Then punish me, Ruth. Let the food get cold and don’t bother about me. Just set it to one side. I won’t mind.

—I’d have to wait just the same to wash up after you.

—But I can wash up

—A nice mess there’d be then!

—[With an attempt at lightness.] The food is lucky to be able to get cold this weather. [As doesn’t answer or smile he opens his book and resumes his reading, forcing himself to take a mouthful of food every now and then.  stares at him in annoyance.]

—And besides, you’ve got your own work that’s got to be done.

—[Absent-mindedly, without taking his eyes from the book.] Yes, of course.

—[Spitefully.] Work you’ll never get done by reading books all the time.

—[Shutting the book with a snap.] Why do you persist in nagging at me for getting pleasure