Bob looked at her with a simply radiant smile.
"Oh," he cried, "I do feel so proud of father! Hasn't he done splendidly? I wonder what Tom Smith will call him now! A common Tommy, indeed!"
By-and-bye Lizzie appeared with the tea things. She cleared the dressing-table, which was made of two wooden boxes, and laid the meal there; and Jackie put his pink mouse in the centre—not to be eaten, but to be looked at.
"There," she said, "now you've got everything—bread and butter, and jam, and cake, and a real good cup of tea—and all you've to do is to enjoy it."
"It's quite a feast," Mrs. Winter replied, adding, "Thank you, Lizzie."
Lizzie departed smiling; but in a few minutes she returned, something wrapped in newspaper in her hand.
"Here's a nice meaty bone which the first-floor lodger didn't want," she said; "it's for Stray. Missus said he was to have it."
So Stray, too, had a share in the attic feast.