He had scarcely finished these necessary repairs before he heard the light step of her who fed him, as Elijah was fed by the ravens, for it seemed like a providential supply. She saw him at the door of the cabin; and she no longer dallied with a walk, but ran with all her might. "O, Harry, I am so glad!" she cried, out of breath, as she handed him a little basket, whose contents were carefully covered with a piece of brown paper. "Glad of what, Julia?" asked Harry, smiling from sympathy with her. "I have heard all about it; and I am so glad you are a good boy!" exclaimed she, panting like a pretty fawn which had gamboled its breath away. "About what?" "Father has seen and talked with--who was he?" Harry laughed. How could he tell whom her father had seen and talked with? He was not a magician. "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." "I hope you will." "Only to-day; to-morrow I must be moving towards Boston." "I was hoping you would stay here a good long while. I shall be so pleased to bring you your breakfast, and dinner, and supper every day!" "Your father would not like it." "I don't know why he shouldn't. You are not very hungry; you don't eat as you did this morning." "I ate so much then. Tell me, now, what your father said, Julia."