His face fell, and he looked almost angry.
“The servants have taken them up,” said Titus, noticing his discomposure.
“O, very kind of them,” said the boy, hurriedly. “I am so unused to be waited on,” and he went upstairs so quickly that, although not knowing the way, he kept ahead of Titus.
Mrs. Blodgett and Higby were both fussing about the little room, where a Swiss cuckoo clock hung in the corner.
The English boy tried to subdue his impatience as he glanced at them, and as soon as they left the room he put his plate of meat down on the dressing table and looked at Titus.
“Wants to eat alone like a dog,” thought the latter to himself, and saying, “I’ll wait for you outside,” he walked toward the door.
He threw a glance over his shoulder before he went out and saw the English lad go fussily toward the little padlocked wooden box that he had been carrying in his hand when he arrived and carefully lift it to the table beside the plate of meat.
“Must have some treasure in it,” murmured Titus, and he went on his way to lounge about the halls, wipe the perspiration from his face, and wonder what his grandfather would say to the English boy.
CHAPTER X
The English Boy
Bethany came home from school that day full of glee. She had gained a little prize for good work.