“‘I’m sorry!’ said Sue. ‘But I am so glad you have got it for me.’
“‘So am I. Now is that porridge ready?’
“‘Ready this great while,’ said the little housekeeper, carefully dishing it out. ‘It’s been only waiting for you.’
Roswald looked at her with a curious, gentle, sorrowful expression, which was as becoming as it was rare in a boy of his years.
“‘Are you hungry, Sue?’
“‘Yes,’ said Sue, looking up from her dish with a face that spoke her perfectly satisfied with the dinner and the company. ‘Aren’t you?’
“‘Why, I ought to be. The air is sharp enough to give one an appetite. Sue——’
“‘What?’
“‘Do you eat your porridge alone?’