He went, and succeeded in finding a shop not very far off where he could purchase a large plain cake. Returning, he cut it on a plate and let the lads eat. Shortly after they were led away to bed. .
He would not let Mary remain with him very long, she was wearied out.
“I’ve put a fire in your room,” she said; “the house is a little damp, and I thought it was better.”
“In that case I will sit up there. You shall show me the way.”
She took him up to a room that could scarcely be called furnished—though she had stripped her own of everything she could possibly spare—where he found his boxes placed.
“Who brought those up?” he asked.
“Mr. Bolt and his son.”
He moved uneasily.
“I do hope you’ll be able to sleep here!” his sister said anxiously. “I wish I could have made more comfort for you.”
“Oh, it will do perfectly well. Now go and sleep, Mary.”