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Perfectly
.
I
wonder
if
I
can
carry
a
tray
of
breakfast
to
my
wife
.
"
"
We
only
serve
in
the
dining
room
,
seven
-
thirty
to
nine
-
thirty
.
"
"
But
if
I
carry
it
myself
—
"
"
It
’
s
against
the
rules
.
"
"
Couldn
’
t
we
break
them
this
once
?
You
know
how
it
is
.
"
I
threw
that
in
because
that
’
s
how
he
hoped
it
was
.
His
pleasure
was
reward
enough
.
His
eyes
grew
moist
and
his
nose
trembled
.
"
Feeling
a
little
shy
,
is
she
?
"
"
Well
,
you
know
how
it
is
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
the
cook
will
say
.
"
"
Ask
him
and
tell
him
a
dollar
stands
tiptoe
on
the
misty
mountaintop
.
"
The
cook
was
a
Greek
who
found
a
dollar
attractive
.
In
time
I
toted
a
giant
napkin
-
covered
tray
along
the
graveled
path
and
set
it
on
a
rustic
bench
while
I
picked
a
bouquet
of
microscopic
field
flowers
to
grace
the
royal
breakfast
of
my
dear
.
