Other trifling expenses of the little household were met by the money earned by David on the fishing landing of the promontory. The dainty midday meat set before the little lady guest was not at all an every-day affair, but was got up expressly for her. It was very attractive—nice fragrant tea, with rich cream and white sugar; nice light, home-made bread, with sweet, fresh butter; fried bluefish, just out of the sea; poached eggs on toast; boiled spring chicken; mashed potatoes, green peas, lettuce, radishes, and, finally, cherry pie, strawberries and cream, and a plenty of new milk. Little Glo’ ate—well, like a healthy child, with an excellent appetite, and no one near to curb it. “It is the nicest dinner I ever had in all the days of my life, and—I have been at big dinner parties, too, before I came to the promontory!” she declared, with equal frankness and emphasis, as she arose from the table. At least, it was the most enjoyable. The old dame smiled on her, and David felt so pleased and proud! Ay! the Earl of Leicester entertaining Queen Elizabeth at Kenilworth Castle could not have felt more elevated in spirits by her majesty’s august approbation than was the fisher-boy by the pleasure of his little lady guest. “Mayhap ’ee’ll come again to see us, little lady,” said the old dame. “Oh, indeed, indeed, indeed I will! Just as often as you’ll please to let me come! Oh, it is so nice here! I’ll be sure to come just as often as ever you will let me come!” exclaimed the child, heartily. “That will be as often as ’ee likes,” said the old dame. Then, assisted by David, she hastily cleared away the table, taking the dishes into the “lean-to” behind the cottage, there to remain until she could wash them up after the departure of the visitor. Then she set herself to entertain the little lady. She showed her all the few curiosities of the cottage—some strange South Sea shells that had been brought home by a sailor ancestor ages before, and which now decorated the low wooden chimney shelf; then the rusty old gun that had been carried by her own grandfather in the Revolutionary War; then some stuffed birds, some skeletons of strange fish, and some odd-looking pebbles from the beach. Next she exhibited some of the small treasures of her chest of drawers—a curious patchwork quilt that had won the prize in a certain agricultural and industrial fair held at St. Inigoes many years before. “And did you sew all these little pieces of colored calico and white cotton together with your own fingers?” inquired the child, with interest. “Yes, dearie, I did.” “Oh, how curious and how pretty! How I would like to do that! We have got ever and ever so many calico and cotton pieces in the scrap-bags at home! If I bring some over here, when I come again, will you show me how to cut the pieces into leaves, and flowers, and things, and sew them together like this?”