As for the Hart boys, Mrs.
Foster had invited them to come into the parlor and talk with her until dinner should be ready.

She added, with her usual smile, that there were cooks enough in the kitchen.
Such a frying and broiling! Before Ham Morris was ready with his cargo for his trip back to the wreck, and right in the midst of his greatest hurry, word came over from Mrs.Foster that "the table was waiting for them all." Even Mrs.Kinzer drew a long breath of relief and satisfaction.

There was nothing more in the wide world that she could do, just then, for either "that baby" or its unfortunate parents; and she was beginning to worry about her son-in-law, and how she should manage to get him to eat something.

For Ham Morris had worked himself into a high state of excitement, in his benevolent haste, and did not seem to know that he was hungry.

Miranda had entirely sympathized with her husband until the arrival of that message from Mrs.Foster.
"O Hamilton! And good Mrs.Foster must have cooked it all herself!" "No, Miranda," said Ham thoughtfully.