Page:Burnett - Two Little Pilgrims' Progress A Story of the City Beautiful.djvu/193

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 WHAT a feast it was—what a feast! They were so hungry, they were so happy, they were so rejoiced. And John Holt watched them as if he had never enjoyed himself so much before. He laughed, he made jokes, he handed out good things, he poured out lemonade.

"Let's drink to the Great Magician!" he said, filling the little glasses he had brought, and he made them drink it, standing, as a toast. In all the grounds that day there was not such a party. It was so exhilarated and so amazed at itself. Little Ben looked and ate and laughed as if the lemonade had gone to his head.

"Oh, my!" he said, "if mother could see me!"

"We'll bring her to-morrow!" said John Holt.

"Are you" faltered Meg, looking at him with wide eyes—"are you coming again to-morrow?"

"Yes," John Holt answered, "and you are coming