She danced to take it. "It's a grater, a darling grater for horseradish and nutmeg and cocoanut. I'm going to fix you a cocoanut cake for our honeymoon supper to-morrow night, honey-bee. Essie Wohlgemuth over in the cake-demonstrating department is going to bring me the recipe. Cocoanut cake! And I'm going to fry us a little steak in this darling little skillet. Ain't it the cutest!" "Cute she calls a tin skillet." "Look what's pasted on it. 'Little Housewife's Skillet. The Kitchen Fairy.' That's what I'm going to be, Jimmie, the kitchen fairy. Give me that. It's a rolling-pin. All my life I've wanted a rolling-pin. Look honey, a little string to hang it up by. I'm going to hang everything up in rows. It's going to look like Tiffany's kitchen, all shiny. Give me, honey; that's an egg-beater. Look at it whiz. And this--this is a pan for war bread. I'm going to make us war bread to help the soldiers." "You're a little soldier yourself," he said. "That's what I would be if I was a man, a soldier all in brass buttons." "There's a bunch of the fellows going," said Mr. Batch, standing at the window, looking out over roofs, dilly-dallying up and down on his heels and breaking into a low, contemplative whistle. She was at his shoulder, peering over it. "You wouldn't be afraid, would you, Jimmie?" "You bet your life I wouldn't." She was tiptoes now, her arms creeping up to him. "Only my boy's got a wife--a brand-new wifie to support, ain't he?" "That's what he has," said Mr. Batch, stroking her forearm, but still gazing through and beyond whatever roofs he was seeing. "Jimmie!" "Huh?" "Look! We got a view of the Hudson River from our flat, just like we lived on Riverside Drive." "All the Hudson River I can see is fifteen smokestacks and somebody's wash-line out." "It ain't so. We got a grand view. Look! Stand on tiptoe, Jimmie, like me. There, between that water-tank on that black roof over there and them two chimneys. See? Watch my finger. A little stream of something over there that moves." "No, I don't see." "Look, honey-bee, close! See that little streak?" "All right, then, if you see it I see it." "To think we got a river view from our flat! It's like living in the country. I'll peek out at it all day long. God! honey, I just never will be over the happiness of being done with basements." "It was swell of old Higgins to give us this half-Saturday. It shows where you stood with the management, Gert--this and a five-dollar gold piece. Lord knows they wouldn't pony up that way if it was me getting married by myself." "It's because my boy ain't shown them down there yet the best that's in him. You just watch his little safety-first wife see to it that from now on he keeps up her record of never in seven years pushing the time-clock even one minute late, and that he keeps his stock shelves O. K. and shows his department he's a comer-on." "With that bunch of boobs a fellow's got a swell chance to get anywheres."