Two candles were lighted, for though the day
had broken, the sun was not yet high enough to cast his rays into that
deep and rock-walled valley, and by their light Archer was busy with the
game-bag, the front of which he had finished netting on the previous
night.
Frank Forester had not as yet made his appearance; and still, while the
gigantic copper kettle bubbled and steamed away upon the hearth,
discoursing eloquent music, and servant after servant bustled in, one
with a cold quail-pie, another with a quart jug of cream, and fresh eggs
ready to be boiled by the fastidious epicures in person, he steadily
worked on, housewife and saddler's silk, and wax and scissors ready to
his hand; and when at last the door flew open, and the delinquent
comrade entered, he flung his finished job upon the chair, and gathered
up his implements, with:
"Now, Frank, let's lose no time, but get our breakfasts. Halloa! Tim,
bring the rockingham and the tea-chest; do you hear?"
"Well, Harry, so you've done the game-bag," exclaimed the other, as he
lifted it up and eyed it somewhat superciliously--"Well, it is a good
one certainly; but you are the queerest fellow I ever met, to give
yourself unnecessary trouble.
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