"I think you can eat a little more," said Paul, smiling. "Mother, can't you give Julius some dinner?"
"Is this the boy you expected, Paul?"
"Yes, mother."
"I saved some for him. Sit down at the table, Julius," she said hospitably.
Julius did as he was told, and directly Mrs. Hoffman took from the oven a plate of meat and vegetables, which had thus been kept warm, and poured out a cup of tea also. These were placed before the young Arab. His eyes lighted up with pleasure at the tempting feast, and the vigor of his assaults showed that the coffee and cakes which he had partaken had by no means destroyed his appetite. Mrs. Hoffman and Paul looked on with pleasure, glad that they had been able to give pleasure to their young visitor. Jimmy, who had heard them speak of Julius, hovered near, surveying him with curiosity. He wanted to "interview" Julius, but hardly knew how to begin. Finally he ventured to ask: "Are you the boy that lives with the robbers?"
"Jimmy!" said his mother reprovingly.
But Julius was not sensitive.
"Yes," he answered.
"Ain't you afraid of them?" continued Jimmy.
"What for?" asked Julius.