her eyes. A look of meek self-denial settled on the child's face.
She dropped her hand, drew a deep breath, and tried to be content;
but in spite of herself, those strange eyes wandered toward the food
with intense craving.

"No," said Chester, answering the appealing glance of his wife, "it
might do harm."

The little girl gently closed her eyes, and thus shut out the sight
of food.

"Are you sleepy?" said Mrs. Chester.

"No," replied the child, almost with a sob. "I only would rather not
look that way; it makes me long for another piece."

Tears gushed through her black eyelashes as she spoke, and rolled
down her cheek.

"Wait a little while. In an hour--shall I say an hour, John?" said
Mrs. Chester, deeply moved.

Chester nodded his head; he did not like to trust his voice just then.

"Well," said the generous woman; "in an hour you shall have something
more; a cake, perhaps, and a cup of warm milk."

The child opened her eyes, and through their humid lashes flashed
a gleam that made Mrs. Chester's heart thrill.