The Prince and the Pauper. Марк Твен

small deal table, placed the chairs, and took his departure, leaving such cheap lodgers as these to wait upon themselves. The door slammed after him, and the noise woke the boy, who sprung to a sitting posture, and shot a glad glance about him; then a grieved look came into his face and he murmured to himself, with a deep sigh, “Alack, it was but a dream. Woe is me.” Next he noticed Miles Hendon’s doublet—glanced from that to Hendon, comprehended the sacrifice that had been made for him, and said, gently:

      “Thou art good to me, yes, thou art very good to me. Take it and put it on—I shall not need it more.”

      Then he got up and walked to the washstand in the corner, and stood there waiting. Hendon said in a cheery voice:

      “We’ll have a right hearty sup and bite now, for everything is savory and smoking hot, and that and thy nap together will make thee a little man again, never fear!”