Mr. Crabb also had participated in the rich feast, and rose with the
same unsatisfied but resigned look which characterized the rest. He
led the way to the playground, and the boys trooped after him.

"Really, Wilkins," said Hector, in a low tone, "this is getting
serious. Isn't there any place outside where one can get something
to eat?"

"There's a baker's half a mile away, but you can't go till after
afternoon session."

"Show me the way there, then, and I'll buy something for both of
us."

"All right," said Wilkins, brightening up.

"By the way, I didn't see Jim Smith at the table."

"No; he eats with his uncle and aunt afterward. You noticed that old
Sock didn't eat just now."

"Yes, I wondered at it."

"He has something a good deal better afterward. He wouldn't like our
dinner any better than we did; but he is better off, for he needn't
eat it."

"So Jim fares better than the rest of us, does he?"