The waitress came over to Mr. Harris's table. Mr. Harris had just finished dinner.
"The Express is an hour late, sir. Can I bring you some coffee?
"If you like."
"Please?" asked the waitress.
"All right," said Mr. Harris.
"Thank you, sir," said the waitress.
She brought the coffee from the kitchen and Mr. Harris put sugar in it, crunched the lumps with his spoon, and looked out the window at the snow falling in the light from the station platform.
"The Express is an hour late, sir. Can I bring you some coffee?
"If you like."
"Please?" asked the waitress.
"All right," said Mr. Harris.
"Thank you, sir," said the waitress.
She brought the coffee from the kitchen and Mr. Harris put sugar in it, crunched the lumps with his spoon, and looked out the window at the snow falling in the light from the station platform.
