if I can't give away this lunch. If mother did not put love into it,
she's substituted something that's likely to fool me."

She almost felt her steps lagging as she approached the bridge. A very
hungry dog had been added to the trio of children. Elnora loved all
dogs, and as usual, this one came to her in friendliness. The
children said "Good morning!" with alacrity, and another paper parcel
lay conspicuous.

"How are you this morning?" inquired Elnora.

"All right!" cried the three, while the dog sniffed ravenously at the
lunch box, and beat a perfect tattoo with his tail.

"How did you like the bologna?" questioned Billy eagerly.

"One of the girls took me to lunch at her home yesterday," answered
Elnora.

Dawn broke beautifully over Billy's streaked face. He caught the package
and thrust it toward Elnora.

"Then maybe you'd like to try the bologna to-day!"

The dog leaped in glad apprehension of something, and Belle scrambled to
her feet and took a step forward. The look of famished greed in her eyes
was more than Elnora could endure. It was not that she cared for the
food so much. Good things to eat had been in abundance all her life.
She wanted with this lunch to try to absorb what she felt must be
an expression of some sort from her mother, and if it were not a