There was another belated one this evening. Seated before a tempting spread of milk toast, demanded by his recent convalescence, was Freddy Neville, a little pale and peaked perhaps, but doing full justice to a third creamy slice, and ready for more.
“Why, hello, Fred!” greeted Dan, dropping into the chair beside him. “You down?”
“Yes,” said Fred, spooning his dish vigorously. “I’m well, all right now. Temperature gone, Brother Tim says. Can’t I have a little more toast, Brother James, please? I’m not half filled up yet. Supper tastes twice as good down here. I’ve been out with Brother Bart buying shoes and things to go to Killykinick, and I’m hungry as a bear.”
“Wait a bit then, and I’ll bring ye both in some strawberry jam and biscuits,” said Brother James, good-humoredly. “It’s the black fast Brother Tim puts on sick boys, I know. When they came down after the measles I couldn’t get them enough to eat for a month. There now!” And the good man set forth supplies liberally. “I know what it is. I’ve been a hungry boy myself.”
“Jing, it’s good to be up and out again!” said Freddy, as both boys pitched into biscuits and jam. “I felt down and out this morning sure, Dan, and now everything is working fine. We’re going to have the time of our lives this summer, after all. Even Dud Fielding is cooling off, Jim Norris says, now that his nose has gone down, and he has heard about Killykinick.”
“Who told him?” asked Dan, who did not feel particularly cheered at these tidings; for Dud’s “cooling off” was by no means to be trusted, as he knew.
“Father Regan, of course. He couldn’t send the boys unless they wanted to go. But when they heard about the old house uncle made out of his ship, and the row-boats and the sailboat, and the bathing and fishing, they just jumped at the chance to go. And Jim says there is a fine place not far off, where Dud spent the season two years ago with some tip toppers, and he’s counting on getting in with them again. So he is tickled all around. But I’m not caring about Dud or what he likes, so long as I’ve got you, Dan, I wouldn’t want to go without you.”
“Wouldn’t you, kid?” asked Dan, softly, for, after all the troubles and perplexities of the day, his little chum’s trusting friendship seemed very sweet to him.
“N-o-o-o!” answered Freddy, most decidedly. “But I sort of wish Brother Bart was not going. He’ll keep me such a baby!”
“No, he won’t. I’ll see to that,” said Dan, with a twinkle in his eye. “If there’s any way of giving you a good time, I’ll do it. And I won’t let you get hurt again either,—no sir! I’ve had my scare about that. I’m going to look out for you right. It may be for the last time, but—”