manifestation of love, she did not know what to think it. But it was her
mother who had said "be generous." She knelt on the bridge. "Keep back
the dog!" she warned the elder boy.

She opened the box and divided the milk between Billy and the girl.
She gave each a piece of cake leaving one and a sandwich. Billy pressed
forward eagerly, bitter disappointment on his face, and the elder boy
forgot his charge.

"Aw, I thought they'd be meat!" lamented Billy.

Elnora could not endure that.

"There is!" she said gladly. "There is a little pigeon bird. I want a
teeny piece of the breast, for a sort of keepsake, just one bite, and
you can have the rest among you."

Elnora drew the knife from its holder and cut off the wishbone. Then she
held the bird toward the girl.

"You can divide it," she said. The dog made a bound and seizing the
squab sprang from the bridge and ran for life. The girl and boy hurried
after him. With awful eyes Billy stared and swore tempestuously. Elnora
caught him and clapped her hand over the little mouth. A delivery wagon
came tearing down the street, the horse running full speed, passed the
fleeing dog with the girl and boy in pursuit, and stopped at the bridge.
High school girls began to roll from all sides of it.

"A rescue! A rescue!" they shouted.