A short distance from them was a small tent, and on the grass in front of the tent was spread a white cloth, on which was a meal such as he had not looked upon for two years.
"I am glad," she said, and again her eyes met his with their glow of friendly humour.

"They might have spoiled your appetite, and I have made up my mind that I want you to have dinner with me.

I can't offer you pie or doughnuts.

But I have a home-made fruit cake, and a pot of jam that I made myself.

Will you join me ?" They sat down, with the feast between them, and the girl leaned over to turn him a cup of tea from a pot that was already made and waiting.