"There, there," he was saying, regarding the heaped-up tray with
evident pleasure, "you must sit down and eat at once. You must be
nearly starved-- famished. I hope this will be enough."
He looked at them so anxiously that Betty felt like hugging him-- and
nearly did it.
"Enough! Well, I guess it is enough," she said heartily, as the other
girls seated themselves on the bench either side of the tempting tray
and began enthusiastically to help themselves. "It would be plenty for
an army. We can't thank you enough."
"Indeed we can't," added Mollie.
"It's awfully good of you," said Grace, as she took a bite of her ham
sandwich.
"Awfully good," added Amy, like an echo.
The little man waved aside their thanks and drew up the one chair in
the room, talking all the time in his quick, jerky fashion.
"It was no trouble, I am sure,-- no trouble whatever," he said, adding
as though he wished to change the subject: "You didn't tell me your
name----" he hesitated, looking at Betty, who of course did tell him
her name on the spot.
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