"If you had anything to eat you would give me something right now,
wouldn't you?"

"Yes," said Elnora. "There's nothing but just stones in the package. But
my dinner is in that case. I'll gladly divide."

She opened the box. The famished child gave a little cry and reached
both hands. Elnora caught them back.

"Did you have any supper?"

"No."

"Any dinner yesterday?"

"An apple and some grapes I stole."

"Whose boy are you?"

"Old Tom Billings's."

"Why doesn't your father get you something to eat?"

"He does most days, but he's drunk now."

"Hush, you must not!" said Elnora. "He's your father!"

"He's spent all the money to get drunk, too," said the boy, "and Jimmy
and Belle are both crying for breakfast. I'd a got out all right with an