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 apple for myself, but I tried to get some for them and the dog got too close.

Say, you can throw, can't you ?" "Yes," admitted Elnora.