"Did you see that?" he cried excitedly. "I never saw such a hog!"
Joyce rose, and touched him lightly on the arm.
"I think it's hardly worth making a fuss about," she said gently. "He seemed very hungry—starving, indeed. There's plenty of everything, isn't there?"
"Oh, yes, but it makes me mad to be so imposed on! I don't believe the fellow belongs here, anyhow."
"He looked like a sailor to me," she observed thoughtfully.
"Umph! Like a jail-bird I should say, Miss. Will I bring you some more coffee now?"
"No, nothing more, thank you. Just kindly take my cup."
Larry came up to them, wiping the perspiration from his brow.
"Whew! but I'm used up. Aren't you ready to go home, mother? And you Joyce—do you want to stay all night? If I can once get you safely out of this, I shall be glad!"
"Safely out—why do you speak like that, Larry?"