“Perhaps so,” said Nathan dubiously.
Tom helped himself to the meat, and in spite of the bad news he had heard, displayed his usual good appetite.
“I really believe,” Corinthia remarked afterward to her husband, “that boy would eat if the house was on fire.”
“Very likely,” said Nathan. “He’s a strange boy.”
At length Tom rose from the table.
“As I’m going to-morrow,” he said, “I will make my farewell calls, and then come home and pack my trunk.”
CHAPTER XV
THE LESSON OF POVERTY.
THERE was another tea-table in Plympton where Tom’s affairs were discussed the same afternoon. As the reader will conjecture, I refer to that of Lawyer Davenport.