He kissed her tenderly and soothed her fears. Then they invited him in to have supper with them.
It happened that Frank had not eaten, having started in to study upon a certain part of an engine immediately after reaching his room and taken a sponge bath and changed his clothes, he finally agreed to take supper with the little musicians.
“You know what a good cook I am,” laughed the lame boy.
“I should be the one to cook,” said the girl; “but I can’t see to do that. I can help get supper ready, though.”
They went into the room occupied by the brother and sister. There were two small beds in opposite corners of the room, which was rather large, one of them being curtained off with cheap cloth.
At one side of the room was a cupboard and a bench. There was a small cook stove in the room.
“Now,” cried the boy, as he hopped about with his crutch, “I’ll show you what coffee and what biscuits I can make.”
“And I will set the table,” declared little Nell.
“I have a plan,” said Frank. “We will take the table into my room, for it will be hot in here after Jack gets his cooking done. We’ll eat in there.”
This was agreed upon, and Frank managed to move the table, with very little aid from the lame boy.