“Yes, I suppose it is, and I must go home,” said the child, rising reluctantly.
“Oh, no, please don’t,” eagerly exclaimed the boy. “Stay here and have some of my dinner.”
“Dinner!” exclaimed little Glo’, looking all around them in vain search of a kitchen.
“I have brought it with me in a basket,” David explained, as he lifted a little ragged flag-basket from its hiding-place beside the boat. “Sit down and have some.”
“Oh, yes, thank you, so I will! I like that!” she answered, promptly reseating herself.
He then opened his basket, and took from it, first, a coarse crash towel, which he handed to her, saying:
“Now please to set the table.”
“Set the table?” she echoed, in perplexity.
“Yes, you know, spread that towel on the flat stone by you, and I will hand you out the things to put on it.”
“Oh! yes, I know—and play we are housekeeping!” she exclaimed, delightedly, as she laid the cloth.