allowed to eat his share of the feast on a low stool, in the corner, like a naughty school-boy.
Visitors were destined to be numerous to-day, for hardly had Quimby been served, when a knock at the door was followed by the ppearance of Jo, who tip-toed into the room, and in a mysterious whisper, said,
"I saw Quimby enter this room, bearing utensils that could only be used for one purpose! I smelt a savory odor! and here I am!"
"And welcome, too!" said Cyn, laughing; "come, sit here by me. Are you and Mr. Stanwood acquainted?"
"Oh, yes!" replied Jo, perching himself on the arm of a rocking-chair close to Cyn, and appropriating a wooden cover for a plate as he spoke. "He and Quimby did me the honor to call on me to-day, but left for metal more attractive—whether the dinner or you ladies, I will not pretend to say!"
"It was we ladies, you dreadful matter-of-fact creature!" said Nattie." Their presence at the dinner was quite accidental; Cyn and I started out for a little quiet feast, and behold the result! Bohemian enough for even you, isn't it, Jo?"
"Exactly what I like!" replied Jo—and very close indeed to Cyn had Jo managed to get, but then the table was very small—"But the idea of you two
