Then he handed her, in succession, a little cracked, blue-edged white plate, a broken knife and fork, a little paper of salt, another of bread, six hard boiled eggs, and a dozen young radishes, all of which she arranged upon the “table” with funny little housewifely care.
“Now, this will have to be broiled,” he continued, as he took from the bottom of the basket a smoked red herring on a cabbage leaf and laid it on the boat.
“Broiled!” echoed the little housekeeper, as she looked all about in search of a fire.
“Yes,” he answered, laughing, as he went and gathered up some dry, decayed driftwood, and broke it into small chips, and piled it up on some stones. Then he took a tinder box, flint and steel, from his pocket, struck a light, and kindled a fire.
“Oh! that is grand!” exclaimed the delighted child, as she watched him, for all this was play to her.
When the fire had burned down to coals he laid the herring on it.
A fine appetizing flavor soon arose.
Little Glo’ watched the boy as he turned the herring until it was done, and then put it on the blue-edged white plate and set it on the table.
“Oh! isn’t this just perfectly splendid!” again exclaimed the child, as the two sat down to the primitive meal.
They chatted faster than they ate—at least little Glo’ did.