"The man that owned the dog, and the horse and the boat."
"O! George Leman," replied Harry, now deeply interested in the little maiden's story. "Where did he see him?"
"Over at the store. But I have brought you some dinner; and while you are eating it, I will tell you all about it. Come, there is a nice big rock—that shall be your table."
Julia, full of excitement, seized the basket, and ran to the rock, a little way from the cabin. Pulling off half a dozen great oak leaves from a shrub, she placed them on the rock.
"Here is a piece of meat, Harry, on this plate," she continued, putting it on an oak leaf; "here is a piece of pie; here is some bread and butter; here is cheese; and here is a piece of cold apple pudding. There! I forgot the sauce."
"Never mind the sauce," said Harry; and he could hardly keep from bursting into tears, as he saw how good the little angel was.
It seemed as though she could not have been more an angel, if she had had a pair of wings. The radiant face was there; the pure and loving heart was there; all was there but the wings, and he could easily imagine them.
And what a dinner! Roast beef, pudding, pie! He was not much accustomed to such luxuries; but just then he did not appreciate the sumptuousness of the feast, for it was eclipsed by the higher consideration of the devotion of the giver.
"Come, eat, Harry! I am so glad!" added Julia.
"So am I. If you feed me as high as this, I shall want to stay here a good while."