The chaise went on with Mrs. Goodriche, and all the family came into the parlour.
"How nice the peas smell!" said Mr. Fairchild; "and I really want my supper."
"So do I, papa," said Lucy.
"And so do I," whispered Henry to Emily.
"But you must not say so," returned Emily.
"No, no," said Henry firmly; "I know that; we agreed about that before."
John came in with a very large basket, well packed, out of the chaise; Lucy was running to begin to unpack it, when Mr. Fairchild said:
"Let us have our supper first, dear child, and the basket shall be our dessert."
"Very well, papa," answered Lucy, "so we will;" and her young heart was filled with joy on account of the things that were in it, though she did not know of one thing for herself.
John came in with a nice smoking leg of lamb; and he then went out and brought some peas and young potatoes, to which he added a hot current and raspberry pie. Everybody sat down; Mr. Fairchild said grace, and began to help those at the table from the lamb, whilst Mrs. Fairchild served the peas. Lucy being helped, Mr. Fairchild said to Emily: