pancakes. Florian could have kissed him. He sat down. A waitress approached him.

“I don’t know,” mused Florian. “I’m sort of hungry, but I don’t just — — ”

“The pork and beans are elegant to-night,” suggested the girl.

And “Pork and beans! NO!” thundered Florian.

The girl drew herself up icily. “I ain’t deef. You don’t need to yell.”

Florian looked up at her contritely, and smiled his winning smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean — I — I never want to see beans again as long as I live!”

He was down at the store early,