"She'll be lucky never to get in a worse one," Master Plummer replied, emphatically; and added, after having filled his mouth once more, "There's no reason why you can't eat your share of the stew an' hold her at the same time."
"I'm 'fraid I might spill some of it on her dress."
"Look here, Joe Potter," and now Plums spoke sharply, "you'll be all wore up before mornin', carryin' on at this rate. It wouldn't hurt that kid a bit if she had every drop of stew we've got, on her clothes, an' she's playin' in big luck to be with us instead of walkin' 'round the streets. Take your share of the stuff while it's goin', for of course you haven't had anything to eat since noon."
"I had a pretty fair breakfast."
"An' nothin' since then?" Master Plummer cried, in astonishment.
"Well, I wasn't hungry,—that is, not very. You see, when a feller closes up business, the same's I've done, he don't think much 'bout eatin'."
"Well, think about it now, an' do it, too!"
Having thus spoken, and in his sternest tones, Plums placed the second can of stew where his friend could reach it conveniently, and waited until Joe had so changed his position that it was possible for him to partake of the food.
No better proof of Master Plummer's interest in his friend could have been given than when he thus voluntarily ceased eating to serve him.
The boys had not attempted to remove either the princess's hat or cloak, and she appeared anything rather than comfortable as she lay wrapped in newspapers, with her head pillowed on Joe's arm; but yet her slumbers were not disturbed when Master Potter, his appetite aroused by the odour of the stew, proceeded to make a hearty meal.