"I wouldn't be surprised," said Cliff.
Hubert and Lillian were alone at last and they promptly retired. Hubert said he had to be out early again in the morning. Lillian set the clock and left her kimono where she could snatch it readily.
It was teeming rain when they awakened to the clock's jangle. Lillian turned off the alarm and went to the window.
"It's pouring," she said.
"Is it? That's tough."
"Are you going out?"
"Certainly. Man's work can't be postponed on account of a little rain."
She went to the kitchen and put the percolator on the burner. She heard no sound from Hubert, and just before she dropped the eggs into boiling water she returned to investigate. It seemed that after all man's work could be postponed. Hubert was sound asleep. The covers were half off him, giving the impression that his intentions had been noble, but sleep had overtaken him in the midst of them.
Lillian gently tucked the covers about him and left him undisturbed. She returned to the kitchen and turned off the gas beneath the coffee and the egg water. Then she crept back to bed herself. What was the use of him going out and getting drenched? He'd get sick and then what would become of them? She was glad that sleep had kept him from faring forth in the rain, but, she reflected, he would probably be as mad as a hornet when he awakened and found what she had done.
It was noon when they awakened again. Hubert was
