"Hand me some of that pie," he said, unexpectedly.
"Can you wait till I set the table an' make it look real pretty, grampa?" she said, coaxingly.
Dillson was nearly starved, and, without a word, held out his hand in a commanding fashion.
"All right, grampa," she said, gently, and she handed him a generous slice; "anythin' you like. This is your house. It ain't mine."
Dillson ate his pie, watching her meanwhile out of a corner of his eye.
"Bread and meat," he said when he had finished.
'Tilda Jane supplied this want, and earnestly watched these viands going the way of the pie.
"More tea," he said, when they were gone.
When he had eaten and drunk to an alarming extent, he pointed to the crutches. "Where did you get them?"