The woman opened the box. The child sat up with a crow of delight. The
mother gave him one of the stale crullers, and he began gnawing on it
with all the gusto of a hungry dog on a bone.

"Take something yourself, madam," commanded Nan. "And more for the
little fellow."

"Let 'em have it all, Nan," whispered the impulsive Bess. "Goodness! we
can get on somehow."

But Nan was more observant than her chum. There were other children in
the car besides this little fellow. In fact, in the seat but one behind
the French woman and her baby, a girl of six or seven years was
clinging to the seat-back and staring with hungry eyes at the broken
food in the box.

"Gracious!" gasped Bess, seeing this little one when Nan had nudged her
and pointed. "Gracious! that's the picture of Famine, herself."

She seized one of the greasy little pies and thrust it into the child's
hands. The latter began devouring it eagerly. Bess saw other hungry
mouths open and eager hands outstretched.

"Oh, Nan!" she almost sobbed. "We've got to give them all some. All the
poor little children!"

Her chum did not try to curb Bess Harley's generosity. There was not much
of the food left, so there was no danger of over-feeding any of the small
children who shared in the generosity of the chums. But when the last