"Not for any length of time," said Tommy. "What's that?
Breakfast?"
The girl nodded. Tommy dropped off the bed and came and
inspected the contents of the tray. It consisted of a loaf, some
margarine, and a jug of coffee.
"The living is not equal to the Ritz," he observed with a sigh.
"But for what we are at last about to receive the Lord has made
me truly thankful. Amen."