"I wonder if I can't find something to eat here?" he said to himself.
"I'm good and hungry, that's a fact, and they must have had supper up
at the house long ago." Entering the "shanty," and feeling carefully
about, the boy at length found matches and lighted a lamp.
Hello! There was plenty to eat; in fact, there was a regular spread at
one end of the table, with plate, cup and saucer, knife, fork, and
napkin, all neatly arranged as though he were expected. "What does it
mean?" thought Winn; and then his eye fell on a bit of folded paper
lying in the plate. It was a note which read as follows:
"DEAR BROTHER,--As you didn't come home to supper, I thought perhaps
you were going to spend the night on the raft, and so brought yours
down here. You can heat the tea on the stove. I'm awfully sorry I
said anything to make you feel badly. Please forget it, and forgive
your loving sister,----ELTA."
"Bless her dear heart!" cried the boy. "She is the best sister in the
world. The idea of her asking my forgiveness, when it is I who should
ask hers. And I will ask it, too, the very minute I see her; for I
shall never be happy until we have kissed and made up, as we used to
say when we were young ones. I guess, though, I'll eat the supper she
has brought me first. And that's a good idea about heating the tea,
too.
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