"Hullo! you, too?" Louis greeted the guest from the farther side of the
table filled with all manner of toothsome viands, where he was piling up
a tray to carry aloft. "Glad to see you're game for the whole show. Take
one of those trays and load it with discretion--weight equally
distributed, or you'll get into trouble on the stairs. You're new at
this job, and it takes training."
"I'll manage it," and the young man fell to work, capably assisted by a
maid, who showed him what to take first and how to insure its safe
delivery.
On his way up, walking cautiously on account of the cups of smoking
bouillon which he was concerned lest he spill, he encountered a
rose-coloured brocade frock on its way down.
"Good for you, Mr. Kendrick," hailed Roberta's voice, full and sweet.
He paused, balancing his tray. "Why are you going down? Won't you let me
bring up yours when I've given this to Unc--to Mr. and Mrs. Rufus Gray?"
"Are you enjoying your task so well? Look out, keep your eye on the
tray! There's nothing so treacherous to carry as cups so full as those."
"Stop laughing at me and I'll get through all right.
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