in a silver dish, a little pancake of
butter, a silver knife, two little spoons like what the childern play
with, a silver pepper duster an' salt dish, an' an orange. Oh, yes, the'
was another contraption--a sort of a chiney wineglass. The feller set
down the tray an' says, 'Anythin' else you'd like to have, sir?'

"'No,' I says, lookin' it over, 'I guess there's enough to last me a day
or two,' an' with that he kind o' turned his face away fer a second or
two. 'Thank you, sir,' he says. 'The second breakfust is at half-past
twelve, sir,' an' out he put. Wa'al," David continued, "the bread an'
butter was all right enough, exceptin' they'd fergot the salt in the
butter, an' the coffee was all right; but when it come to the egg, dum'd
if I wa'n't putty nigh out of the race; but I made up my mind it must be
hard-b'iled, an' tackled it on that idee. Seems t' amuse ye," he said
with a grin, getting up and helping himself. After swallowing the
refreshment, and the palliating mouthful of water, he resumed his seat
and his narrative.

"Wa'al, sir," he said, "that dum'd egg was about 's near raw as it was
when i' was laid, an' the' was a crack in the shell, an' fust thing I
knowed it kind o' c'lapsed, an' I give it a grab, an' it squirtid all
over my pants, an' the floor, an' on my coat an' vest, an' up my sleeve,
an' all over the tray. Scat my ----! I looked gen'ally like an ab'lition
orator before the war. You never see such a mess," he added, with an
expression of rueful recollection. "I believe that dum'd egg held more
'n a pint."

John fairly succumbed to a paroxysm of laughter.

"Funny, wa'n't it?" said David dryly.

"Forgive me," pleaded John, when he got his breath.

"Oh, that's all right," said David, "but it wa'n't the kind of emotion
it kicked up in my breast at the time. I cleaned myself up with a towel
well 's I could, an' thought I'd step out an' take the air before the
feller 'd come back to git that tray, an' mebbe rub my nose in't."

"Oh, Lord!" cried John.

"Yes, sir," said David, unheeding, "I allowed 't I'd walk 'round with my
mouth open a spell, an' git a little air on my stomech to last me till
that second breakfust; an' as I was pokin' 'round the grounds I come to
a sort of arbor, an' there was Price, smokin' a cigar.

"'Mornin', Harum; how you feelin'?' he says, gettin' up an' shakin'
hands; an' as we passed the time o' day, I noticed him noticin' my coat.
You see as they dried out, the egg spo