have walked for more than an hour and I am hungry, too, Miss
Margarita," he said. "Won't you offer me anything to eat and drink?"

She shook her head doubtfully.

"I need this bread myself," she said, "and no one drinks from this cup
but me. I should not like it. If Caliban will get you another ..."

"Surely he will if you tell him to," Roger suggested mildly.

"Very well," she returned indifferently, "when he has finished
milking, I will," and she continued her meal, adding, "I do not think
he likes you, for he shows his teeth. He did that when the doctor came
to see my father."

I asked Margarita a year or two after this to describe for me how she
first entertained Roger: I had already a good idea of his initial
hospitality to her in the French restaurant. Here is her letter.

DEAREST JERRY:

What an odd thing to ask me to tell you--my first
hospitality to Roger! But I remember it very well. Only it
was not very hospitable, because, of course, I did not know
anything about that sort of thing. One has to learn that,
like finger bowls and asking people if they slept well. You
know I called for some bread and milk and ate them very
greedily, standing by the cow so that I could get more when
I should want it. By the time I had finished, Caliban had
finished milking and then Roger asked me quite politely if I
thought he might have something to eat now. You know, dear
Jerry, I had never been used to eating with people. All the
people I knew ate their meals separately and it never
occurred to me that I ought to be there when he ate. And
then, I was so sleepy--oh, so sleepy! You know I have always
felt sleepy and hungry and angry and things like that so
much more than other people seem to. I have to sleep and eat
when I feel like sleeping and eating. So I only said, "You
had better ask Hester to get you a breakfast. I must go to
sleep now," and flung myself down on some fresh hay just
beside the cow stall, in the sun, and went to sleep! Was not
that a dreadful thing to do? But I did it. I do not know how
long I slept, nor how Roger looked when I turned my back on
him, but when I opened my eyes he was sitting beside me,
smoking a cigar and staring at me. He had been there all the
time.

"Did Hester get you a breakfast?" I asked him, stretching
myself like a big baby.

"I