"HOME at last " sighed Bettina happily as the hot and dusty travelers left the train. "Why that contented sigh?" asked Bob. "Because our wedding trip is over? Well, anyhow, Bettina, it's after five. Shall we have dinner at the hotel?" "Hotel? Why, Bob with our house and our dishes and our silver just waiting for us? I'm ashamed of you We'll take the first car for home-a street-car, not a taxi Our extravagant days are over, and the time has come to show you that Bettina knows how to keep house. You think that you love me now, Bobby, but just wait till you sit down to a real strawberry shortcake made by a real cook in a real home "