They now strained their eyes to see what it was that lay on the plate.
The summer twilight had faded almost into darkness, but they could dimly make out a pile of oval, delicious-looking cakes.
"They 're short-cake," said Eppie, "an' just bakit; take them an' eat them an' then go to sleep. Ye 'll feel mair heart-some in the morn."
The boys cuddled down in bed with the plate of short-cakes between them, and munched silently. The cakes were very good. When the last crumb was gone, they put the plate on the floor, and were in dreamland before one could have counted fifty, for they were tired out with their long journey and with crying.
At an unearthly hour (as they thought) the next morning, Eppie waked them up, and bade them be quick and dress themselves and come down-stairs to prayers. She had a severe, business-like manner today, and no one would have imagined that
