“Where did you get a dogfish this time of year?”
“Uncle Isaac gave me the skin.”
“Where did you get an auger small enough to bore these hinges?”
“I borrowed it of Uncle Isaac.”
“How long have you had this in your head?”
“Ever since the time you let me go over to see John. I wanted to do something, and I thought of this.”
Ben was highly gratified, not merely with the excellence of the work, but at the evidence it afforded that Charlie had a grateful heart.
Charlie knew very well that Ben’s object in sending him over with the fish was not so much for the sake of selling the fish, and obtaining the groceries, as to afford him an opportunity to see John, and do him a kindness; and he longed in some way to repay it.
Sally, in the mean while, had been looking with great curiosity at the table, which was set back close against the wall, evidently covered with dishes that contained something, which, whatever it might be, was concealed by two large table-cloths.
“What is on that table, Charles?” said she.