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 have not asked her," he said very quietly, "suppose we go in now and see about it, if you are rested." So we went in, but Hester was not in the kitchen, and when I went up to her room and knocked there was no answer, so I supposed she had gone out for the roots and herbs she used to hunt so much. "You will have to get it yourself," I told him, "unless Caliban will." "Are you not willing to do that much for me, then?" he said, and I felt very strange, though I could not explain why. I think now it was because I began to understand that I ought to have done something I had not. "I would get it for you if I could," I said, "but _I_ do not know how to make a breakfast, nor where Hester keeps her things. Why do you not ask Caliban?" So then he asked Caliban if he could manage some breakfast for him, but Caliban only stared and walked away. "Does he understand?" Roger asked me, and I felt that his voice was not the same as it had been. "I am sure he does," I said. "Will you not do as this man asks you, Caliban?" But he only scowled and turned away. "You see," I said, "there is nothing to be done until Hester comes." But Roger shook his head and walked over to Caliban.