"Call it supper," suggested Henry, "for it's the last thing we'll have to eat today."
"And then tomorrow we'll start having three meals every day," laughed Jess.
It was certainly a queer meal, whatever it was. Jess, who liked above all things to be orderly, spread out the big gray laundry bag on the pine needles for a tablecloth. The brown loaf was cut by a very excited little hostess into five thick squares; the cheese into four.
"Dogs don't eat cheese," Benny remarked cheerfully. The poor little fellow was glad of it, too, for he was very hungry. He could hardly wait for Jess to set the milk bottles in the center of the table and heap the blueberries in four little mounds, one at each place.
"I'm sorry we haven't cups," Jess remarked. "We'll just have to drink out of the same bottle."
"No, we won't," said Henry. "We'll drink half of each bottle, so that will make at least two things to drink out of."
"Good for you, Henry," said Jess, much relieved. "You and Benny use one, and Violet and I will use the other."
So the meal began. "Look, Benny," directed Henry. "Eat a handful of blueberries, then take a bite of brown bread, then a nibble of cheese. Now, a drink of milk!"
"It's good! It's good!" mumbled Benny to himself all through the meal.
You must not imagine that the poor wandering dog was neglected, for Jess fed him gently, as he lay in her lap, poking morsels of bread into his mouth and pouring milk into her own hand for him to lap up.