"They're gone now," said Jacob, coming in from the door.
"And our dinners are gone," said Humphrey, looking at the empty pot and dirty platters.
"Yes; but we can cook another, and that will be more play you know," said Jacob. "Edward, go for the water; Humphrey, cut the onions; Alice, wash the potatoes; and Edith, help everybody, while I cut up some more meat."
"I hope it will be as good," observed Humphrey; "that other did smell so nice!"
"Quite as good, if not better; for we shall improve by practice, and we shall have a better appetite to eat it with," said Jacob.
"Nasty men eat our dinner," said Edith. "Shan't have any more. Eat this ourselves."
And so they did as soon as it was cooked; but they were very hungry before they sat down.
"This is jolly!" said Humphrey with his mouth full.
"Yes, Master Humphrey. I doubt if King Charles eats so good a dinner this day. Mr. Edward, you are very grave and silent."
"Yes, I am, Jacob. Have I not cause? Oh, if I could but have mauled those troopers!"