They ate in the diningroom. The girl served them and then sat down. They ate roast beef and potatoes and beans and the girl passed him a bread dish covered with a linen cloth and he took a piece of cornbread and buttered it. This is awful good, he said. She’s a good cook, the old man said. I hope she dont decide to get married and quit me. If I had to cook for myself the cats’d leave. Oh Grandaddy, the girl said.
