"'Tis a bit of the light of heaven that the Lord lets out of evenin's for us to see," said Jamie, and perhaps Jamie was right.
"You must be rare hungry, now," observed Thomas, as they entered the cabin. "Margaret were just puttin' supper on when Jamie sights you turnin' the P'int. 'Twill be ready in a jiffy."
"What have you got for us, Margaret?" asked Doctor Joe. "I believe I am hungry for the good things you cook."
"Fried trout, sir," said Margaret.
"Fried trout!" Doctor Joe rolled his eyes in mock ecstasy. "It couldn't have been better!"
"You always says that, whatever," laughed Margaret. "If 'twere just bread and tea I'm thinkin' you'd like un fine."
"But trout!" exclaimed Doctor Joe. "Why, fresh trout are worth five dollars a pound where I've been—and couldn't be had for that!"
"Well, now!" said Margaret in astonishment. "And we has un so plentiful!"
David lighted a lamp and Thomas renewed the fire, which crackled cheerily in the big box stove, while everybody talked excitedly and Margaret set on the table a big dish of smoking fried trout, a heaping plate of bread, and poured the tea.
"Set in! Set in, Doctor Joe!" Thomas invited.