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 the usual word for six o'clock; and Doris got up.

"We're going in early," she volunteered to me, "since we're off at Cleveland."

This gave Dib another cue to rehearse his superior glance at me.

George followed her out of the car and Dibley beckoned me over to him.

"Get her talking again," he told me. "Leave him to me."

When I found her seated alone at a table for two in the dining car, I interpreted Dib's orders liberally. She smiled at me and, when I asked, "How about my sitting here?" she said, "Oh, I'd like it!" So there I was across the table from her, ordering her supper and mine together.

There's something about that—the breaking of bread together, you know—which rather does more than you'd ever suspect unless you've tried it under conditions like mine. We not only broke bread; we broke a full portion of broiled white fish between us, another of cauliflower au gratin. I served those while she poured our two cups of orange pekoe from the same little pot and, for both of us, she mixed