"
"I hope it will be as good," observed Humphrey; "that other did smell
so nice!"
"Quite as good, if not better; for we shall improve by practice, and
we shall have a better appetite to eat it with," said Jacob.
"Nasty men eat our dinner," said Edith. "Shan't have any more. Eat
this ourselves."
And so they did as soon as it was cooked; but they were very hungry
before they sat down.
"This is jolly!" said Humphrey with his mouth full.
"Yes, Master Humphrey. I doubt if King Charles eats so good a dinner
this day. Mr. Edward, you are very grave and silent."
"Yes, I am, Jacob. Have I not cause? Oh, if I could but have mauled
those troopers!" "But you could not; so you must make the best of it.
They say that every dog has his day, and who knows but King Charles
may be on the throne again!"
There were no more visits to the cottage that day, and they all went
to bed, and slept soundly.
The next morning, Jacob, who was most anxious to learn the news,
saddled the pony, having first given his injunctions to Edward how to
behave in case any troopers should come to the cottage. He told him to
pretend that the children were in bed with the small-pox, as they had
done the day before. Jacob then traveled to Gossip Allwood's, and he
there learned that King Charles had been taken prisoner, and was at
the Isle of Wight, and that the troopers were all going back to London
as fast as they came.
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