The boy gasped with delight.
"Say, I could eat the stuff in the glass and the other box and carry the bread and the chicken to Jimmy and Belle," he offered.
Elnora silently uncovered the custard with preserved cherries on top and handed it and the spoon to the child.

Never did food disappear faster.
The salad went next, and a sandwich and half a chicken breast followed.
"I better leave the rest for Jimmy and Belle," he said, "they're 'ist fightin' hungry." Elnora gave him the remainder of the carefully prepared lunch.

The boy clutched it and ran with a sidewise hop like a wild thing.

She covered the dishes and cup, polished the spoon, replaced it, and closed the case.

She caught her breath in a tremulous laugh.
"If Aunt Margaret knew that, she'd never forgive me," she said.