A servant entered with a smoking meal, disposed it upon a small deal table,

Placed the chairs, and took his departure, leaving such cheap lodgers as these

To wait upon themselves. The door slammed after him, and the noise woke the

Boy, who sprung to a sitting posture, and shot a glad glance about him; then a

Grieved look came into his face and he murmured to himself, with a deep sigh,

'Alack, it was but a dream. Woe is me.' Next he noticed Miles Hendon's

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Doublet — glanced from that to Hendon, comprehended the sacrifice that had

been made for him, and said, gently:

'Thou art good to me, yes, thou art very good to me. Take it and put it on — I

shall not need it more.'

Then he got up and walked to the washstand in the corner, and stood there

waiting. Hendon said in a cheery voice:

'We'll have a right hearty sup and bite now, for everything is savory and

Smoking hot, and that and thy nap together will make thee a little man again,

never fear!'

The boy made no answer, but bent a steady look, that was filled with grave

Surprise, and also somewhat touched with impatience, upon the tall knight of

the sword. Hendon was puzzled, and said:

'What's amiss?'

'Good sir, I would wash me.'

'Oh, is that all! Ask no permission of Miles Hendon for aught thou cravest.

Make thyself perfectly free here and welcome, with all that are his

belongings.'