Chapter VIII.
“Charity suffereth long, and is kind.”—1 Cor. xiii. 4.
Louis entered the class-room sooner than usual one evening, and sitting down by his brother, spread before him a few strawberries and some sweet-cakes, inviting him and one of Salisbury's brothers who was on the other side of him to partake of them.
“What beauties they are!” exclaimed John Salisbury; “have you had a box, Louis? How did you get them?”
“Guess,” said Louis.
“Nay, I can't guess. Strawberries like these don't come at this time of the year in boxes.”
“I guess,” said Frank Digby from the opposite side of the table, in a tone as if he had been speaking to some one behind him. “Fudge has a dinner party to-night, hasn't he?”
“Yes,” said Louis, laughing; “how did you know that?”
“Oh, I have the little green bird that tells every thing,” replied Frank.
“What's that, Frank?” cried Salisbury; “Fudge a dinner party? How snug he's kept it!”