marching back. He had a basket on his arm, and two bottles stuck out of one coat pocket, while a parcel protruded from the other. He came and threw himself down on the grass beside them and opened the basket. It was full of good things.
"I'm going to have lunch with you," he said; "and I have a pretty big appetite, so I've brought you something to eat. You can't tramp about on that sort of thing."
The basket they had seen the day before had been a poor thing compared to this. The contents of this would have been a feast for much more fastidious creatures than three ravenous children. There were chicken and sandwiches and fruit and cake, the bottles held lemonade, and the package in the coat pocket was a box of candy.
"We—never had such good things in our lives," Meg gasped amazed.
"Hadn't you?" said John Holt, with a kind and even a happy grin, "Well, pitch in!"
