Beth, the unfortunate, had not taken a mouthful when a great pinching bug dropped on her head. She jumped to her feet screaming, and her supper was all scattered to the ground. She decided to go after it.
"Where are you going, Beth?"
"After my supper."
"But the portcullis is drawn."
"I'm going to have my supper, portcullis or no portcullis."
Already it was growing so dark that objects were becoming indistinguishable. Suddenly Beth uttered a cry.
"What's the matter?"
"I,—I thought it was a bear. It's only Don, however, and he's eaten up all my supper, the mean thing, and now he's run away."
"Never mind, Beth. You can have half of mine."
They ate their scanty meal in silence. It was growing so dark that immediately after supper they went to bed.