Come out of the kitchen! A romance . until Bur-ton comes to his senses. You must tell me just what you mean. Tucker decided to tell the story reluctantly. 69 COME OUT OF THE KITCHEN! Why, it happened this afternoon, Burton wasaway with his horses, and quite by accident I camelupon his pretty cook in the arms of a strangeyoung man, a person vastly her social superior,one of the young landholders of the neighborhood,I should say. Seemed to assume the most confi-dent right to be in Burtons kitchen — a man hemay know in the hunting field, may have to dinnerto-morrow. I dont know who he is, but cer
Come out of the kitchen! A romance . until Bur-ton comes to his senses. You must tell me just what you mean. Tucker decided to tell the story reluctantly. 69 COME OUT OF THE KITCHEN! Why, it happened this afternoon, Burton wasaway with his horses, and quite by accident I camelupon his pretty cook in the arms of a strangeyoung man, a person vastly her social superior,one of the young landholders of the neighborhood,I should say. Seemed to assume the most confi-dent right to be in Burtons kitchen — a man hemay know in the hunting field, may have to dinnerto-morrow. I dont know who he is, but certainlya gentleman. How very unpleasant, said Mrs. Falkener. Did the woman take in that you had detectedher? Yes, and seemed quite unabashed. And now I suppose you are hesitating whetheror not to tell Burton? Tucker was naturally cautious. And what would you advise ? It is your duty to tell him at once, and get sucha person out of the house. You think if I told him, he would dismissher? I am confident he would, unless— Unless? 70. COME OUT OF THE KITCHEN I Unless he has himself some interest in her. Ah, said Tucker, with a deep sigh, thatsthe question. At this moment Miss Falkener, looking veryhandsome in a sapphire-colored dress, came , too, perhaps, had expected that somebodywould be dressed a little ahead of time for thesake of a few minutes private talk. If so, shewas disappointed. , Ah, Cora, said her mother brightly, let ushear how the piano sounds. Give us some ofthat delightful Chopin you were playing last even-ing. Cora, to show her independence of spirit, satdown and began to play ragtime, but neither of herauditors noticed the difference. You mean, whispered Mrs. Falkener, thatyou have reason to suppose that Crane him-self—? Why, to be candid, my dear lady, repliedTucker, I did tell him. You may have noticedI seemed a trifle abstracted at tea time. I wasconsidering what it was best to do. Well, whenyou left us, I told him. What do you think he 71 COME OUT
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