“You’ll be prudent, Robert, for my sake?” entreated Mrs. Trafton.
“Yes, I’ll be prudent. To-morrow morning I will get up early and be out of the way till after uncle is gone. There is no chance of his getting up early and going a-fishing.”
The deep and noisy breathing made it probable that the fisherman would awaken at a late hour, as both Robert and his aunt knew.
She was reassured by his promise and prepared to go to bed. Soon all three inmates of the little cabin were sleeping soundly.
CHAPTER VII
THE NEXT MORNING
Robert rose at six the next morning and half an hour later took his breakfast. It consisted of fish, bread and a cup of tea, and though most of my young readers might not be satisfied with it—especially as there was no butter—Robert thought himself lucky to be so well provided for.
When his breakfast was finished he rose from the table.
“Now I’m off, Aunt Jane,” he said.