CHAPTER V
A GOOD ENDING
Saturday's dinner dispelled all fears of starvation from Brook Farm's
meager fare, the table being abundantly supplied with boiled beef,
vegetables, Graham bread and good, sweet butter like home, and, best of
all, baked Indian pudding, a real luxury. Mr. Hosmer did not appear,
being confined to his room in the cottage. Learning that Dr. Ripley
intended calling there, I asked leave to go with him, and was told to be
in the library, which was also the President's office, at four o'clock.
Not being accustomed to Brook Farm's quick changes, my little talk with
Dr. Ripley made me a few minutes late at the Knoll, where I found
two-score or so of children and half as many grown-ups engaged in a
snowball scrimmage. Inquiring for Angus, I turned over the toboggan to
him for the first ride. He asked if the slide was all right, if I had
made the jump over the brook, and if Mr. Hosmer was badly hurt. As he
was a little backward about coming forward, so to speak, I took the
initiative, inviting any girl to join me who had courage enough to face
the music.
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