At twelve o'clock the morning session closed. Then came an intermissionof an hour, during which the day scholars either ate lunch brought withthem, or went to their homes in the village to partake of a warm repast.
At ten minutes past twelve, a red-armed servant girl made her appearanceat the back door looking out on the playground, and rang a huge dinnerbell. The boys dropped their games, and made what haste they could tothe dining room.
"Now for a feast!" said Wilkins to Hector, significantly.
"Does Mr. Smith furnish good board?" asked Hector, for he felt thehunger of a healthy boy who had taken an early breakfast.
"Good grub?" said Wilkins, making a face. "Wait till you see. Old Sockisn't going to ruin himself providing his pupils with the delicacies ofthe season."
"I'm sorry for that. I am confoundedly hungry."
"Hungry!" exclaimed Wilkins. "I've been I hungry ever since I camehere."
"Is it as bad as that?" asked Hector, rather alarmed.
"I should say so. I haven't had a square meal--what I call a squaremeal--for four weeks, and that's just the time since I left home."
They had reached the door of the dining-room by this time.
In the center stood a long table, but there didn't seem to be much on itexcept empty plates. At a side table stood Mrs. Smith, ladling out soupfrom a large tureen.
"That's the first course," whispered Wilkins. "I hope you'll like it."
The boys filed in and took seats. The servant girl already referred tobegan to bring plates of soup and set before the boys. It was a thin,unwholesome-looking mixture, with one or two small pieces of meat, aboutthe size of a chestnut, in each plate, and fragments of potatoes andcarrots. A small, triangular wedge of dry bread was furnished with eachportion of soup.
"We all begin to eat together. Don't be in a hurry," said Wilkins, in alow tone.
When all the boys were served, Socrates Smith, who sat in an armchair atthe head of the table, said:
"Boys, we are now about to partake of the bounties of Providence, let mehope, with grateful hearts."
He touched a hand bell, and the boys took up their soup spoons.
Hector put a spoonful gingerly into his mouth, and then, stopping short,looked at Wilkins. His face was evidently struggling not to expressdisgust.
"Is it always as bad?" he asked, in a whisper.
"Yes," answered Wilkins, shrugging his shoulders.
"But you eat it!"
Wilkins had already swallowed his third spoonful.
"I don't want to starve," answered Wilkins, significantly. "You'll getused to it in time."
Hector tried to dispose of a second spoonful, but he had to give it up.At home he was accustomed to a luxurious table, and this meal seemed tobe a mere mockery. Yet he felt hungry. So he took up the piece of breadat the side of his plate, and, though it was dry, he succeeded in eatingit.
By this time his left-hand neighbor, a boy named Colburn, had finishedhis soup. He looked longingly at Hector's almost untasted plate.
"Ain't you going to eat your soup?" he asked, in a hoarse whisper
"No."
"Give it to me?"
"Yes."
In a trice, Colburn had appropriated Hector's plate and put his ownempty one in its place. Just after this transfer had been made, Mr.Smith looked over to where Hector was sitting. He observed the emptyplate, and said to himself: "That new boy has been gorging himself. Hemust have a terrible appetite. Well, that's one good thing, he ain'tdainty. Some boys turn up their noses at plain, wholesome diet. I didn'tknow but he might."
Presently the hand bell rang again, and the soup plates were removed. Intheir places were set dinner plates, containing a small section each ofcorned beef, with a consumptive-looking potato, very probably "soggy."At any rate, this was the case with Hector's. He succeeded in eating themeat, but not the potato.
"Give me your potato?" asked his left-hand neighbor.
"Yes."
It was quickly appropriated. Hector looked with some curiosity at theboy who did so much justice to boarding-school fare. He was a thin, paleboy, who looked as if he had been growing rapidly, as, indeed, he had.This, perhaps, it was that stimulated his appetite. Afterward Hectorasked him if he really liked his meals.
"No," he said; "they're nasty."
He was an English boy, which accounted for his use of the last word.
"You eat them as if you liked them," remarked Hector.
"I'm so hungry," apologized Colburn, mournfully. "I'm always hungry. Ieat to fill up, not 'cause I like it. I could eat anything."
"I believe he could," said Wilkins, who overheard this conversation."Could you eat fried cat, now?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Colburn, honestly. "There would be something hearty andfilling about fried cat. I ain't half full now."
It was just after dinner.
Hector might have said the same thing at the end of his first dinner.There was, indeed, another course. It consisted of some pale, flabbyapple pie, about half baked. The slices given were about half the sizeof those that are ordinarily supplied at private tables and restaurants.Hector managed to eat the apple, but the crust he was obliged to leave.He noticed, however, that his fellow pupils were not so fastidious.
When the last fragment of pie had disappeared, Mr. Smith again rang thehand bell.
"Boys," he said, "we have now satisfied our appetites."
"I haven't," thought Hector.
"We have once more experienced the bountiful goodness of Providence insupplying our material wants. As we sit down to our plain but wholesomediet, I wonder how many of us are sensible of our good fortune. I wonderhow many of us think of the thousands of poor children, scattered aboutthe world, who know not where to get their daily bread. You have beenrefreshed, and have reinforced your strength; you will soon be ready toresume your studies, and thus, also, take in a supply of mental food,for, as you are all aware, or ought to be aware, the mind needs to befed as well as the body. There will first be a short season for gamesand out-of-door amusements. Mr. Crabb, will you accompany the boys tothe playground and superintend their sports?"
Mr. Crabb also had participated in the rich feast, and rose with thesame unsatisfied but resigned look which characterized the rest. He ledthe way to the playground, and the boys trooped after him.
"Really, Wilkins," said Hector, in a low tone, "this is getting serious.Isn't there any place outside where one can get something to eat?"
"There's a baker's half a mile away, but you can't go till afterafternoon session."
"Show me the way there, then, and I'll buy something for both of us."
"All right," said Wilkins, brightening up.
"By the way, I didn't see Jim Smith at the table."
"No; he eats with his uncle and aunt afterward. You noticed that oldSock didn't eat just now."
"Yes, I wondered at it."
"He has something a good deal better afterward. He wouldn't like ourdinner any better than we did; but he is better off, for he needn't eatit."
"So Jim fares better than the rest of us, does he?"
"Yes, he's one of the family, you know."
Just then pleasant fumes were wafted to the boys' nostrils, and they sawthrough the open window, with feelings that cannot well be described, apair of roast chickens carried from the kitchen to the dining-room.
"See what old Sock and Ma'am Sock are going to have for dinner?" saidWilkins, enviously.
"I don't like to look at it. It is too tantalizing," said Hector.
CHAPTER XI. HECTOR RECEIVES A SUMMONS.
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