But if you don't, I have a coffee-cake with nuts and poppy seeds. Alexandra, will you get the cream jug? I put it in the window to keep cool.""The Bohemians," said Alexandra, as they drew up to the table, "certainly know how to make more kinds of bread than any other peo-ple in the world. Old Mrs. Hiller told me once at the church supper that she could make seven kinds of fancy bread, but Marie could make a dozen."Mrs. Lee held up one of the apricot rolls between her brown thumb and forefinger and weighed it critically. "Yust like-a fedders,"she pronounced with satisfaction. "My, a-an't dis nice!" she exclaimed as she stirred her coffee. "I yust ta-ake a liddle yelly now, too, I ta-ank."Alexandra and Marie laughed at her fore-
handedness, and fell to talking of their own affairs. "I was afraid you had a cold when Italked to you over the telephone the other night, Marie. What was the matter, had you been crying?""Maybe I had," Marie smiled guiltily.
"Frank was out late that night. Don't you get lonely sometimes in the winter, when every-body has gone away?"
"I thought it was something like that. If Ihadn't had company, I'd have run over to see for myself. If you get down-hearted, what will become of the rest of us?" Alexandra asked.
"I don't, very often. There's Mrs. Lee without any coffee!"Later, when Mrs. Lee declared that her powers were spent, Marie and Alexandra went upstairs to look for some crochet patterns the old lady wanted to borrow. "Better put on your coat, Alexandra. It's cold up there, and Ihave no idea where those patterns are. I may have to look through my old trunks." Marie caught up a shawl and opened the stair door, run-ning up the steps ahead of her guest. "While Igo through the bureau drawers, you might look in those hat-boxes on the closet-shelf, over where Frank's clothes hang. There are a lot of odds and ends in them."She began tossing over the contents of the drawers, and Alexandra went into the clothes-closet. Presently she came back, holding a slender elastic yellow stick in her hand.